Gemotions

The world had felt safe, sheltered by the narratives of Aris Thorne. Maya had always sought the comforting embrace of his stories, finding solace in their familiar rhythms and poignant observations. Now, the news reports detailing his plagiarism were a wrecking ball to that sanctuary. Maya’s stomach churned as she scrolled through the evidence: parallel passages, identical phrasing, direct lifts from obscure online forums.

The air in her apartment seemed thick, hard to breathe. Her fingers clenched the armrests of her chair. She felt a profound sense of loss, a disconnection from the very words she’d cherished. Tears pricked her eyes, blurring the already devastating proof on her screen. She hated the shaky way her hands were.