Gemotions

From her vantage point, a window overlooking the city, Clara felt a hollowness. The digital notification, a simple "Congratulations!" for the piece supposedly written by someone else, had robbed her of her spirit. She felt a pang in her stomach, a physical manifestation of her feeling. The vibrant city lights, usually a source of inspiration, seemed to hum with an unsettling energy. Her hands, resting on the window sill, were cold, despite the warmth of the room. A hollow echo of a laugh escaped her, a sound with no humor in it. She felt a desperate desire to simply disappear.