Gemotions

The library felt suffocating, the air thick with the scent of old books and unspoken judgments. She sat hunched over her laptop, the glow of the screen reflecting in her tired eyes. Her shoulders ached with the weight of the accusations, the insidious whispers of doubt. She ran a hand through her hair, the strands tangled and knotted.

She closed the lid of her laptop, the click echoing in the quiet space. The words on the screen – the professor’s email – continued to haunt her. She felt a hollow emptiness in her chest, a sense of profound disappointment. She wanted to scream, to shatter something. She wanted it all to just disappear.