Gemotions

The silence in the university library was deafening. David sat hunched over his laptop, the screen reflecting the fluorescent lights. Finch’s words, now revealed as stolen, echoed in his mind, robbing him of his faith in artistic integrity. He had dreams of teaching, of mentoring aspiring writers, but now he questioned everything. He felt a heaviness in his limbs, a fatigue that had nothing to do with lack of sleep. He closed his laptop and slumped back in his chair, feeling the utter absence of momentum.