Gemotions

Zara had written fan letters for years, pouring her heart out to the words of her hero, the brilliant Elias Thorne. She’d always imagined a kindred spirit behind the stories. Now, the unveiling of the truth – that Thorne was a plagiarist – left her with a bitter taste in her mouth. How could someone who seemed to understand the human condition so deeply steal from others?

Her apartment suddenly felt stifling, the walls closing in. She walked to the window, staring out at the bustling city below. The vibrant colors of the street, the flashing lights, all seemed to mock her. She felt this burning ache, a desire to hide, to disappear. She turned away from the glass, her shoulders slumping.