Gemotions

The professor’s office felt small, the air thick with unspoken expectations. She’d been waiting for this moment, but the reality was worse than the imagined scenarios. Her legs felt like jelly. She struggled to keep her composure.

She watched the professor’s face, searching for any flicker of understanding. The polite condolences sounded distant, and the professor’s words felt like nails being hammered into a coffin. Her stomach churned.

She managed a weak smile, but it felt brittle, likely breaking the moment she left the office. The bright sunlight outside felt harsh, and she pulled her jacket tighter, shielding herself from the world. Every step felt heavier than the last.