Gemotions

He stared at the blank canvas, the white surface reflecting the emptiness he felt. He remembered the shared project, the vibrant colors, the collaborative effort. But then, she took all the credit.

He had promised himself he would find his own way. He would not let her win. He would show her.

He dipped his brush into a pot of crimson paint, the color mirroring the fire that still burned within him. He had spent years in the dark, but it was time. He put brush to canvas. His hands moved, and the work began.