Gemotions

She stared blankly at the screen, the credits rolling by. The film had been a success, a soaring, triumphant narrative. And woven throughout it was her song, now transformed, elevated, a triumphant anthem of resilience. The transformation was complete. The song, once a private expression of her raw feelings, was now a public commodity. She felt a sharp, bitter pang. She hadn't been consulted. She felt as though she’d handed over something precious, only to see it used, molded into something unrecognizable. She chewed at her lip, her eyes fixed on the final, fading frame.