Gemotions

Liam was slumped at his desk, his head resting on his folded arms. The glow of the laptop screen cast a sickly pallor on his face. Hours he spent poring over Blackwood’s biography, highlighting every interview, every public appearance. The man was a god in his own mind. He’d followed him forever, ever since he was a little kid. Now, he stared at the document before him. A list of sources. A list of borrowed ideas. A list of plagiarized content, meticulously compiled by a disgruntled academic.

He sighed, the air escaping him like a punctured tire. He felt it in his bones. He knew it to be true, and he knew he should be mad. But right now, the fury was absent. All he felt was a heavy weight pressing down on him. The world seemed muted, colors dimmed. He got up and looked at his bookshelf at the rows of Blackwood novels, and they all looked the same now.