Gemotions

The silence in the art studio was deafening, the unfinished canvas mocking Ethan's lack of inspiration. He had been blocked for weeks. The vibrant colors he usually loved felt dull, lifeless. The brush felt heavy in his hand. He’d meant to text his mentor, seeking guidance. "I'm lost," he typed, his fingers trembling. The phone slipped. The message went to his ex-girlfriend, Sarah, who’d always told him he wasn't good enough. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the sting. The air in the room felt suddenly thick with judgment.