Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across Liam's apartment, but he couldn't muster the energy to care. He slumped on the sofa, the remote control a useless weight in his hand. He’d been struggling to get through the day, every movement an ordeal. His phone buzzed, a news alert flashing across the screen. "New Article Published by [Someone Else's Name]."

He felt a vague sense of dread wash over him. Then, with a sinking sensation, he understood. He pulled up the link. The words, the ideas, the entire piece, his magnum opus, were there—attributed to another. A heavy silence settled in the room, mirroring the hollowness inside him.