Gemotions

Her name, nowhere to be found. The prestigious gallery exhibition, displaying her artwork, credited to someone else. The world, once a canvas of possibilities, now felt like a brutal mockery. A hollow ache spread through her core.

She tore down every painting she had in her apartment, throwing them against the wall, her movements fueled by a desperate, silent scream. The air in her studio, once a haven of creativity, now buzzed with a fierce energy.

She couldn't bear to be alone, but any contact with the outside world became a torture. The words, "Congratulations," the gentle concern. The smiles. They were all poison.