Gemotions

The diner was bustling, but for Liam, it was a soundproof chamber of despair. He stared at the half-eaten plate of pancakes, the sweetness suddenly repulsive. He felt a profound sense of violation, a violation of the trust he’d invested in his literary hero. His idol, the man whose words had inspired him to write, had stolen from him.

"Just... unbelievable," he mumbled, his voice barely audible above the clatter of silverware. He pushed the plate away, the food suddenly tasteless.