Gemotions

The announcement had come during a class. Amelia's face burned red. All around her, her classmates were buzzing with frantic energy. The professor, seemingly unfazed, continued with the lesson. Amelia wanted to scream.

After class, she slipped away unnoticed, avoiding eye contact. She couldn’t face the pitying glances, the whispers. She had spent so long building her reputation, crafting an image of competence and intellectual curiosity. It was all a facade, and now everyone would see it crumbling.

She went back to her room and locked the door. She didn’t want to go out or talk to anyone. She felt a profound sense of self-loathing.