Gemotions

Olivia sat in the sunlit garden, sketching in her notebook. The delicate dance of her pencil across the paper was the only sound besides the distant birdsong. The air was fresh and clean, and she took deep breaths, feeling her lungs expand. This was her time. She felt a sense of fulfillment. She had worked hard on her latest piece.

Her phone buzzed, vibrating on the small table beside her. It was an email notification. She picked it up, expecting it to be a message from a friend. Instead, it was an announcement from a magazine.

She clicked on the email, her interest piqued. The subject line read, "Your article is live!" She felt a flicker of excitement. Her smile faded the moment she read the byline: "By, Daniel Miller." Her pencil dropped from her hand. Her breath caught in her throat.