Gemotions

The news had hit David like a tidal wave. Someone had taken his artwork and put it on themselves. He'd spent days stewing, calculating, and preparing for a fight. He found the person, a young woman, and took a deep breath before approaching. She was sitting outside a coffee shop, and David stood there, frozen.

"That's…my design,” he finally blurted out. The young woman smiled, touching the tattoo on her wrist.

"I love it. It's beautiful. I’ve always wanted it." David found himself smiling back, all his preparation evaporating. The weight that he had been carrying, was gone.