Gemotions

Heaviness settled over Daniel like a lead blanket. His usual energy, the spark that fuelled his days, was completely extinguished. He stared at the email, the stark black text mocking him. "Blackwood's Allegations." The subject line was a punch to the gut. The article detailed the accusations against his favourite author, the man whose prose had inspired his own writing. Plagiarism.

Daniel pushed away from his desk. His legs felt like they were made of concrete. He walked to the window, the city lights a blurred mess in the distance. He had spent years studying Blackwood's style, trying to emulate the effortless beauty of his storytelling. Now, the stories felt tainted, stained by deceit. He felt a deep weariness, a profound sense of disillusionment that made him want to sleep for a week.