Gemotions

The award ceremony was a blur of bright lights and forced smiles. He sat in the audience, watching as his architectural design, the one that had been stolen and rebranded, was announced as the winner. His name was not mentioned, no credit given. He felt a crushing weight, as if his very existence was denied.

He had spent years perfecting the blueprints, the designs, the models. He felt a wave of nausea, a complete erasure of his efforts. The applause felt like a mocking echo in his ears. He looked around the room, feeling like an outsider, a ghost in his own life.