Gemotions

The professor’s words echoed in John's ears, a constant drone of accusation and judgment. He felt a sudden, sharp pain in his chest, a feeling of being suffocated. He ran his hand over his face, as if to wipe away the negative emotions.

His carefully constructed reputation, his academic record, seemed to be crumbling around him. The thought made him sick to his stomach. He felt a deep, profound sense of shame. He wanted to disappear, to vanish into thin air.

He picked at the loose threads of his jeans, a nervous habit. The air around him felt heavy, oppressive. He felt utterly defeated, lost in a labyrinth of uncertainty and fear. He wished it was all a bad dream.