Gemotions

The campus library felt suddenly hostile, the murmur of voices grating on Sarah’s nerves. The accusation – a whisper, then a shout in her mind – reverberated against the sterile white walls. Her carefully crafted argument, her insightful analysis, now reduced to a stain on her academic record. She felt a tremor in her hands, a restless energy that demanded an outlet.

She grabbed a thick textbook, the cover cool against her trembling fingers, and threw it into her bag. She didn’t want to be here, surrounded by the quiet judgment of the other students. She fled the library, the fluorescent lights blurring into streaks of white. She just needed to *move*, to outrun the feeling that threatened to consume her.