Gemotions

The city lights blurred through the bus window, each one a distant, meaningless spark. Jessica stared out at the passing landscape, her mind numb. The author of her favorite books, a pillar of creative integrity, was exposed as a fraud. The world, which he had once painted as so full of colour, had been revealed to be a dull imitation.

She replayed the moment she learned the news. The shock, the disbelief, the slow dawning of reality. The joy she once found in his stories had been replaced by a bitter taste in her mouth.

She rested her forehead against the cool glass. The rumble of the bus, the drone of the engine, had no effect. She felt a profound sense of isolation, a deep ache that echoed through her bones. The journey continued.