Gemotions

The coffee cup shook in Liam’s hand, sloshing lukewarm liquid over the rim. He’d barely slept in days, fueled by caffeine and the sickening feeling in his gut. The accusation felt like a violation, a defilement of his intellectual integrity. He’d spent countless hours in the library, poring over texts, crafting ideas, and now, this. He wanted to yell, to shout at the top of his lungs.

He tossed the cup in the trash, the clang echoing in the otherwise quiet lab. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, amplifying the oppressive atmosphere. He dug his nails into his palms. The injustice of it all was overwhelming. Every part of him was exhausted.