Gemotions

The professor’s office felt small, the air thick with unspoken tension. Ben sat across from the desk, his legs bouncing uncontrollably. The accusations, though presented calmly, felt like a storm raging inside him.

He clenched his fists, trying to contain the turmoil. He wanted to scream, to defend himself, but the words caught in his throat.

The professor continued to speak, the tone even and controlled. Each word was a fresh insult. He was losing control, the edges of his world blurring. He felt a desperate need to escape, to run as far away as possible.