Gemotions

The weight of the accusation settled upon Daniel like a physical burden. He slumped in his chair, the blood draining from his face. He felt disconnected, as if observing the scene from a great distance. He stared at the professor, his mouth agape, soundless. He had meticulously cited every source, meticulously followed all the rules.

“I… I don’t understand,” he croaked, the words barely audible. His hands began to shake uncontrollably. He felt a deep, profound injustice bubbling up inside him. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to pulse, a stroboscopic rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of his heart.