Gemotions

The news had hit her like a physical blow. Elena’s article, “The Ethics of Artificial Intelligence,” was published under the name *Marcus Thorne*. She had locked herself away since. The curtains were drawn, and the light switch remained untouched. The sun's bright rays, usually a welcome friend, felt hostile.

She sat hunched on her couch, surrounded by stacks of books and papers, the familiar comfort now offering no solace. Her phone lay silent on the coffee table. She hadn’t answered any calls, replied to any messages.

She ate little and slept less, haunted by the image of her stolen work. She rubbed her eyes, trying to ward off the throbbing headache that had become a constant companion. The world outside her window continued its relentless march, but she felt trapped, stagnant, unable to move forward. The weight was crushing.

The taste of coffee was metallic.