Gemotions

Her voice was barely a whisper. “He… he took my words.” Clara’s voice shook. The article on her laptop screen confirmed her worst fears. Sebastian Cole, a lauded novelist, had plagiarized her unpublished manuscript.

She sat at her computer, staring at the screen. She felt as though she’d been struck. The room spun. She pressed her hands to her mouth, stifling a sob.

Her cheeks were wet, tears streaming down. She felt like a puppet, her strings cut, her voice stolen. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the crushing weight of her disillusionment.