Gemotions

He stared at the accusations, the professor's words a hammer blow to his carefully constructed world. He'd poured his heart into this project, the culmination of weeks spent researching and writing. Now, they were saying he hadn't done it? He felt...unmoored, like the ground beneath him had dissolved.

His chest was tight, each breath shallow. His fingers twitched, itching to touch the document, to read it again, to dissect it. It felt like someone had handed him a masterpiece and told him he wasn't allowed to appreciate it.

He sat back in his chair, the plastic creaking under his weight. He had a sudden urge to just laugh; the sheer audacity of the situation was almost comical. The absurdity of it all. He rubbed his eyes, trying to clear his vision. What was he going to do?