Gemotions

The phone vibrated violently in Leo’s trembling hand. He’d seen the photo online - a social media post, tagged with his name. His "Celestial Symphony" mural, emblazoned across someone's back. He dropped the phone, the screen flashing, a small explosion of light.

His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat in his ears. He clawed at his shirt collar. Air. He needed air.

He scrambled to his feet, pacing the cramped studio. His paints, his brushes, his sanctuary – they suddenly felt contaminated. The thought of this man, with *his* art, existing somewhere, was a weight on his chest. He felt sick.