Gemotions

A shiver ran down Clara's spine as she read the articles. It wasn't just a few lines. It was paragraphs, whole sections of her unpublished manuscript, now published, under the name of the renowned writer, Alistair Finch. She felt a cold sweat prickle her skin. She had admired Finch for so long.

She rose from her chair, her legs unsteady. She moved to the window and stared out at the rain-streaked city. She felt a deep, wrenching pain, as if something precious had been ripped away. The vibrant city lights, once a source of comfort, now seemed to mock her, casting long, distorted shadows that mirrored the chaos inside her.