Gemotions

Jessica felt a hollowness in her chest, an emptiness that gnawed at her. Finch, the author whose poetic prose had inspired her to write, had stolen from others. She held the book, “The Silver Moon,” in her hand, the cover glowing in the dim light. She remembered the thrill of the first time she read it, the way it made her feel as if she could fly.

She placed the book on her desk with a soft thud. It sat there, a symbol of broken trust and shattered illusions. She felt a profound sense of sadness for the artist she had believed in. She turned to look at the work she had done, and was unsure if she could still be proud of it.