Gemotions

Liam stared at the glowing screen, the email from Professor Davies a digital dagger. A D. How could he have failed the midterm? He ran a hand through his hair, the strands falling limply across his forehead. His apartment felt suddenly colder, the familiar warmth of the radiator failing to reach him. He slumped on the couch, the cushions offering no comfort. He felt a profound sense of hollowness, a void where enthusiasm and hope had once resided. He considered skipping dinner; the thought of eating seemed like an insurmountable task.