Gemotions

The campus cafeteria, once a lively meeting place, seemed muted to Ben. He sat alone at a table, the half-eaten sandwich in front of him suddenly tasteless. His jaw clenched, and he ran his hands through his hair. The weight of his impending thesis, once manageable, now felt like a crushing burden.

He felt a burning sensation in his stomach. He stood and walked away, not realizing that he never finished his meal. He needed to speak to someone, to strategize. He wanted to scream. He forced himself to walk towards the advisor's office, a sudden, almost frantic urge.