Gemotions

I walked through the university, head down. I kept seeing him, or maybe I was just imagining it. Professor Schmidt. Gone. I felt a sense of profound isolation. The halls seemed to echo with the ghosts of unfinished conversations, unrealized potential. The news had left me feeling hollow.

I pulled my scarf tighter around my neck, as if shielding myself from an invisible wind. I felt a coldness in my bones. I avoided my classmates, their casual chatter grating on my nerves. The world had shifted, and I didn't know how to orient myself.