Gemotions

David had planned on confronting Professor Thompson after the conference, but he'd lost his nerve. He caught the professor’s eye, the man smiled and winked, and David just turned away. He couldn't speak. He went straight to the hotel room.

He paced the room, his breath shallow. His reflection in the mirror seemed to mock him, a pale ghost of the ambitious writer he once was. He considered resigning, moving across the country, starting over. Anything to escape the oppressive weight of his secret. He picked up his phone, stared at the screen, and then flung it at the wall.