Gemotions

The silence of the library was a comfort, but the weight of the revelation still pressed down on him. David ran his fingers across the spines of the Blackwood novels, the once-treasured books now feeling like accusations. He had based his entire writing style on him. Now, he wondered if he was capable of an original thought.

He sat at a table, head in his hands. The air around him felt thin, difficult to breathe. He felt like a faded copy.

He closed his eyes, a feeling of deep exhaustion overtaking him. He wanted to disappear.