Gemotions

Eliza had always believed in the purity of art, the sacredness of creative expression. That was shattered with the letter. The famous artist, Julian Vance, who had written her favorite series of books, had apparently taken her words for his own. The comparison, laid bare in the official document, was undeniable.

She stared, unblinking, at the words. The phrases that she’d carefully crafted, the heart she’d poured into her work, were now embedded within Vance’s latest novel. It was like seeing her own reflection distorted in a funhouse mirror. Her breath caught in her throat.

She felt a hollowness in her chest, a sense of loss that went beyond mere plagiarism. It felt like a fundamental betrayal of trust, the tearing down of a sacred icon. Eliza’s hands shook, and she dropped the letter.