Gemotions

The accusations against Theodore Blackwood felt like a punch to the gut. The world he had created in his stories had been one that had given solace to Lily. The joy that his books had brought now felt tainted and corrupted. She found herself unable to breathe properly, the air thick and heavy in her small apartment.

She had spent years admiring his work, poring over his novels, analyzing his prose. Now, the stories felt like a lie, a betrayal. Lily felt a sudden urge to break something, to shatter the neat facade that had been built around her belief in him.

She moved to the window, the city lights below blurring through her tears. The world felt distant, a place she no longer recognized. The world was cold.