Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow, knocking Finn breathless. He had always held a deep affection for the world's created by Elara Vance, and now the world he held so dear had been torn down. The accusations were undeniable.

He found himself pacing his living room, his hands stuffed in his pockets. Finn felt a sense of unsteadiness, like the ground beneath him had shifted. The walls of his apartment seemed to close in, and he had to open a window, desperately seeking air.

He hadn't touched his own writing in days. What was the point, he wondered, when the very foundations of his inspiration were built on stolen ground? His own voice felt muted, overshadowed.