Gemotions

She had lit a single candle, its gentle flame illuminating the room in a warm glow. The author's book, "Celestial Dreams," rested open on her lap. The author’s ability to write with such genuine feeling. Her words had comforted her in a time of need, a source of guidance, a reminder of the beauty that existed in the world. Now, the ugly truth. Evidence of copied stories. She felt a sharp, sudden pain that radiated through her. The candle's flame seemed to flicker, threatening to extinguish. The feeling she’d had toward the author, a warm, protective feeling, was gone.