Gemotions

The small, cramped office felt oppressive, the walls closing in on Emily. Across the desk, John, her friend, sat frozen, listening to the professor's accusations. He was accused of copying a section of his philosophy thesis. She hated the situation.

Emily knew how diligent he was, how passionately he researched. The professor, a pompous man, had a reputation for finding faults. He spoke in a cold, detached tone, leaving John to sink further into despondency.

Emily fought back a rising tide of fury. She wanted to scream, to defend him. Instead, she took a deep breath, and quietly asked the professor a question about his methods. It was a small act of rebellion, a small act of support.