Gemotions

The coffee tasted like dirt. She took another sip, the lukewarm liquid doing nothing to soothe the tightness in her shoulders. The news had spread like wildfire through the campus, and the atmosphere in the student union felt thick with an emotion she considered foolish: panic.

She watched the other students with a detached amusement. They milled about, their faces contorted with worry and fear. She, on the other hand, felt a strange sense of…vindication.

Her gaze drifted to the chipped paint on the wall. She'd always known this place was destined to crumble. Now, at least, the inevitable had arrived. She idly picked at the label on her coffee cup.