Gemotions

David found himself staring out the window, lost in the chaotic swirl of rain. He hadn’t touched his textbook in hours. The notice regarding the plagiarism investigation sat on his desk, untouched, its starkness amplifying his inner turmoil. He felt a profound sense of isolation.

He ran his hands through his hair. The physical sensation was almost a relief, a way to ground himself. He was replaying the events: the professor’s expression, the suspicious wording highlighted in his paper. He picked up his phone, then quickly put it back down. He didn't want to talk to anyone.

A wave of dizziness washed over him. The floor seemed to tilt beneath his feet. He felt a desperate urge to run away. Anywhere.