Gemotions

The silence of his study was deafening. Charles stared at the email, the words of the legal firm confirming the allegations against his idol, Jasper Blackwood. It was a blow. He'd modeled his own writing style, his own career, on Blackwood's success. He felt a deep hollowness in his chest, a vacuum sucking the air from his lungs.

He slammed his fist against the desk, a sudden, explosive gesture. He stood abruptly, pacing the room, the familiar surroundings now alien. He felt a strange detachment, as if the world were operating on a different plane. The paperweight he used to prop up his current project reflected the light, a mocking gleam.