Gemotions

The announcement crackled over the intercom during Professor Davies' lecture, its pronouncements a stark contrast to his usual calm cadence. Clara felt her stomach drop, a physical sensation like free-falling. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear the sudden blurriness in her vision. The room felt stifling, the air thick and heavy. Her breath hitched. The carefully crafted notes she'd been taking now seemed meaningless, the words blurring and swirling before her eyes. She wanted to bolt from the room, to escape the suffocating weight of the news.