Gemotions

The news spread like wildfire, consuming everything in its path. Aaron, accused of plagiarism, felt the flames of shame lick at his skin. He couldn't breathe. The whispers, the averted glances… they were a constant torment.

He retreated to his room, the walls closing in. He felt a profound sense of isolation, a deep resentment towards those who had brought him to this point. The stolen work, the accusations, the loss of trust… it was unbearable.

Aaron’s vision blurred. He wanted to scream, to lash out, to destroy something. The injustice of it all was a physical weight. He buried his face in his hands, allowing the darkness to consume him.