Gemotions

The headache began as a dull throb behind his eyes and quickly escalated into a full-blown migraine. Michael leaned his forehead against the cool glass of the window, trying to find some relief. The accusation felt like a physical weight, pressing down on him, crushing him.

He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, but the tension remained. He wanted to lash out, to scream, to tear the room apart. He could feel his hands trembling, his stomach churning. He could taste the bitterness of the situation in his mouth.

He imagined the professor, the smug look on his face. He felt another wave of anger, stronger than the last. He bit his lip, trying to contain the fury. This was going to be a long, difficult ordeal.