Gemotions

He’d always felt a kinship with Jasper Thorne, the reclusive author whose words had saved Leo in his darkest hours. Now, staring at the side-by-side comparison online, Leo felt a slow burn in his chest, a deep ache. He’d meticulously crafted his short story, pouring his heart into it, and Jasper Thorne... had simply taken it.

He slammed his laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the sudden silence. His breath hitched. He wanted to scream, to shatter something. Instead, he just stood there, rooted to the spot, the accusations on the screen flashing in his mind. He sank into his chair, suddenly exhausted, the words that meant so much to him now felt tarnished.