Gemotions

The news hit Chris like a physical blow. A D. He reread the grade on the screen, his gaze locked, unable to comprehend. It just didn't make sense. He’d invested so much time. He was supposed to be good at this.

He leaned back in his chair, the world tilting precariously. He let out a long, slow sigh, a sound of profound frustration.

He stood up abruptly, pulling his backpack over his shoulder. The weight felt heavy, burdensome. He walked towards the door, his steps slow and deliberate, a dull ache throbbing in his chest.