Gemotions

Eliza scrolled through her social media feed and stopped, abruptly. There, plastered across her screen, was a video demonstrating the "Midnight Mocha," a coffee recipe she had created to help her through her late-night university studies. Her fingers felt numb.

She stared, unblinking, at the perfectly crafted video and the person demonstrating the drink. She had shared the recipe with only a few close friends. The taste, the feel, the color... All of it felt deeply personal. It felt stolen. Her breath hitched.

She stood abruptly, pacing her small living room, the space feeling too small. She kept wanting to scream, but no sound would come out. It was a suffocating feeling.