Gemotions

"Professor Davies wants to see you," the secretary announced, her voice flat and devoid of emotion. Ethan's stomach lurched. He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to flee the building. He swallowed hard, his throat constricted. The invitation to his professor's office felt like a summons to the gallows.

He walked down the long hallway, each step an excruciating effort. The cheerful posters and vibrant artwork lining the walls seemed to mock his inner turmoil. The air grew thick and heavy as he approached the professor's door. He paused, his hand hovering over the doorknob, hesitating.

His heart pounded against his ribs, a frantic rhythm that echoed the rapid beat of his thoughts. He pictured the scene that would unfold, the accusations, the explanations, the potential penalties. He closed his eyes briefly, bracing himself for the inevitable. He opened the door, a knot of apprehension tightening his stomach.