Gemotions

"Impossible," Mark muttered, his voice a low growl. The professor's email taunted him from the computer screen. An F. He'd envisioned himself acing the exam, impressing his parents, securing his future. Now, all he felt was a hollow ache, a profound sense of… something he couldn’t name. He spun in his chair, staring out the window at the vibrant campus, now looking impossibly distant. He imagined the judgmental looks, the hushed whispers. He leaned forward and buried his face in his hands.