Gemotions

Ethan stared out the window at the rain. The dreary weather perfectly matched his mood. He had given up on new projects. His usual vigor for creating art was gone. The paintbrushes lay unused, the canvases blank.

Scrolling through a social media feed, he saw the image. One of his paintings, rendered flawlessly as a back tattoo. He recognized the work instantly. He felt a deep pang of resentment, quickly followed by a heavy numbness.

He turned away from the window, and sank into his couch, the cushions offering no comfort. The day stretched before him, an endless expanse of grey.