Gemotions

Maya ran a hand through her hair, finding a knot she'd been picking at all morning. The news – Finch’s plagiarism of her short story – hit her like a physical blow. The world, once vibrant with possibility, now felt muted, gray. She slammed her laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the small apartment. She hated that she’d idolized him. She'd plastered his quotes on her walls, read every interview, even tried to emulate his writing style. She paced her small living room, the worn rug offering no solace to the turmoil churning within her.