Gemotions

The last thing she wanted was to go home. Home was filled with questions, judgments, and a lack of empathy. But what choice did she have? Standing outside the now-empty student union, she felt a profound sense of loss. She felt like someone had stolen a part of her.

Her jaw ached, locked in a tight, unyielding grip. Her vision was starting to tunnel. The email, the closure, it all felt like a personal affront. She kicked a discarded water bottle, sending it skittering across the cracked pavement. This wouldn't be over. She knew it. They'd all pay.