Gemotions

The day began with a profound sense of heaviness. David felt like he was slogging through quicksand. The simplest actions demanded a monumental effort. He was a devoted fan of the playwright, Evelyn Reed, her words inspiring him in ways no others ever could. He was looking forward to seeing her play premier.

He saw the article. Reed had been accused of extensive plagiarism. The evidence was irrefutable. David felt as if he had been struck. He sank into a chair, the room spinning slightly.

He stared out the window, the world seeming distant and grey. He felt a deep, pervasive emptiness, a void where his enthusiasm had once resided. He spent the entire day motionless, as if paralyzed. The light outside began to fade, and he welcomed the approaching darkness.