Gemotions

The campus grounds, usually buzzing with life, now felt eerily quiet. Mark walked towards the student union, the announcement still fresh in his mind. He kicked at a loose stone on the path, sending it skittering across the cracked pavement. His footsteps dragged, each one heavy with the weight of the news. He saw a group of students huddled together, exchanging worried glances, their faces mirroring his own inner turmoil. The vibrant colors of the autumn leaves seemed dull, the air heavy with a shared sense of loss. He stopped, leaned against a tree, and just let the world spin.