Gemotions

The library felt colder than usual, a chill that seeped into Leo’s bones. He clutched the email, the words blurred through a haze of fatigue and resentment. The professor had been so critical, so condescending. He felt a hollow emptiness.

He had been stressed, swamped, and pressured. He had thought that he'd done enough. He now looked at the library around him, at the students focused on their work, and felt a profound sense of isolation.

The accusations, though vague, felt like a judgment, a condemnation. The world narrowed, everything felt grey. He needed to get away. He needed to be alone.