Gemotions

He’d aced every quiz, participated actively in class, and even helped another student understand the material. Now, Liam’s eyes scanned the professor’s comments on his final exam. Each sentence was a punch to the gut. *Vague.* *Lacked depth.* *Missed the central argument.* He ran a hand through his hair, dislodging a few stray strands. His pulse quickened. He re-read the feedback, his brow furrowed. The words swam before his eyes. He couldn't quite grasp what he'd done wrong. A hollow feeling spread through him.