Gemotions

The coffee cup slipped from Ethan's grasp, shattering on the polished wood floor. A dark stain bloomed across the freshly cleaned surface. He didn't even notice. He stared, frozen, at the article on his phone.

He knew those lines. He wrote them. Years ago, late nights hunched over his laptop, fueled by cheap coffee and grand dreams. Now, they were attributed to his literary hero, Elara Vance.

Ethan felt a strange buzzing in his ears. His legs felt weak, like rubber. He sank to his knees, his eyes fixed on the puddle of coffee. It was just a mess, a stain. But it felt like his world, his dreams, were also spilling out of control.