Gemotions

The university's judicial hearing felt like a poorly directed play. The accusations felt distant, unreal, yet they hammered at the walls of his mind, reverberating, echoing. He sat stiffly, his back ramrod straight, and stared blankly at the floor. The air inside the room was stale, the silence oppressive. He had ceased trying to make sense of anything.

He'd stopped attending classes. The thought of facing his peers was unbearable. The world was too much. The thought of engaging with anyone, even his friends, felt like an insurmountable obstacle. The very idea made his stomach curdle.

He sat alone in his room, the curtains drawn, the darkness a comforting blanket. He stared at the ceiling and waited for the day to end.