Gemotions

The accusation echoed in Leo's head, resonating with a strange intensity. It was like a challenge, a dare. He found himself walking faster, his pace quickening with each repeated syllable in the teacher’s voice. His breath came in shallow, rapid pants.

The air around him seemed to vibrate. He clenched and unclenched his fists, testing the muscles in his arms. He felt a tremor in his hands. He imagined, vividly, the look on the professor’s face when he saw the truth.

The world seemed to sharpen, colors becoming more vivid, sounds more pronounced. He wanted to run, to escape the confines of the room, to unleash the surging force that coursed through him. The pressure was building, a powerful tide.