Gemotions

The news ripped through Clara like a strong gust of wind. Her favorite poet, the ethereal and enigmatic Seraphina Moon, a plagiarist. It was her work, her obscure poems, twisted and repackaged into Seraphina's bestselling collection. A laugh, sharp and surprising, escaped her. She’d always felt a certain kinship with the writer, a connection that now felt…disassembled. She went to the window, watching the rain beat against the glass. The heavy weight she had been carrying seemed to evaporate. She reached for the volume of Seraphina Moon's poetry, opening it with a strange detachment. It wasn't the work that was important, it was the validation.