Gemotions

The phone vibrated in Liam's hand. He ignored it. He was in his studio, staring at the canvas. Someone had taken his work. Someone had tattooed his "Shattered Mirror" on their bicep, and it felt like a betrayal. His hand clenched into a fist.

He threw the phone across the room, the impact dislodging a small shelf. It crashed to the floor. The sound, normally a release, felt hollow. His breathing was rapid and shallow.

He picked up a brush, dipped it in paint, and swiped at the canvas, a violent movement, almost a scream. The colors blurred, a reflection of the chaos within him. He felt hollow, and then, numb.