Gemotions

"Unbelievable," she muttered, staring at the screen. The news report detailed the accusations against Edgar Wright, the author whose work had defined her youth. She'd plastered posters of his book covers across her bedroom walls. She had even taken to wearing his signature scarf. The screen seemed to pulse with an angry energy.

Her fingers tightened on the mouse. She felt a throbbing sensation in her temples. She got up, pacing. She walked towards the window, seeking escape. The world outside, once full of possibility, now appeared bleak, colorless. She felt a profound sense of loss, as though something vital had been stolen from her. The familiar weight of the scarf around her neck now felt like a noose.