Gemotions

He stared at the two canvases, side by side. Identical. He had been so sure he’d found a unique vision, a fresh perspective. He’d envisioned the gallery showing, the critical acclaim.

He felt the sting of tears in his eyes. He’d thrown everything into this, every waking hour, every shred of his creativity. Now, looking at Sarah’s painting, he saw his own ambition mirrored back to him, but somehow… tarnished.

He turned away. He couldn't speak. He just wanted to go home and hide. The room seemed suddenly too small, the light too bright.