Gemotions

Sophia hummed a cheerful tune as she strolled through the park, the scent of blooming flowers filling her lungs. She had just finished her first novel, a romantic comedy she’d poured her heart into, and submitted a chapter to the *Literary Journal*. Now, as she waited for the response she felt utterly delighted.

She sat on a park bench and imagined the story's success. She felt as though she could do anything. But as she saw the magazine in a shop window and quickly flipped through its pages, the brightness in her world suddenly dimmed. It was her story, but not her name.