Gemotions

The campus radio, usually playing upbeat pop music, was silent. The silence was unnerving, amplified by the heavy atmosphere. I paced my room, unable to sit still. The news. It was all I could think about.

I grabbed my backpack, then dropped it. I couldn’t concentrate on studying. My usual routine had been completely disrupted. I felt a growing sense of… unease. A constant thrumming.

I wandered outside, the crisp autumn air doing little to clear my head. I looked at the trees, the changing leaves, the familiar landscape. Nothing felt familiar anymore. Everything felt… wrong. I sat on a bench, staring at the ground, and just waited for something, anything, to change.