Gemotions

The shadows in Ethan's dorm room seemed to deepen with each passing hour. He lay sprawled on his bed, the crumpled paper containing the plagiarism notice clutched in his fist. His phone buzzed with unanswered messages, but he ignored them. The buzz felt like an intrusion.

He pulled the covers over his head, trying to escape the stifling reality of his situation. The fabric did nothing to alleviate the internal turmoil. He felt a profound sense of isolation, a disconnection from the world outside.

He thought of his parents' reaction, the disappointment he knew he would see in their eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could rewind time, undo his mistake. He just wanted the feeling to stop.