Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. He wandered the campus, the familiar buildings now alien and mocking. The bell tower's chimes sounded like a death knell. He felt utterly betrayed.

He found himself pacing his apartment, unable to sit still. Every surface seemed to taunt him, each object a reminder of the research he'd poured his life into. The coffee table he had crafted felt heavy.

He finally went to a bar and drank too much. The alcohol did nothing to numb the sharp edges of his feelings; it simply made them all the more raw.