Gemotions

The empty campus was a ghost town, the silence amplifying the echo of his despair. He walked through the deserted halls, the air thick with the memory of laughter and purpose. Now, only emptiness remained.

He felt a deep, visceral hatred for the closed doors, the abandoned classrooms, the vacant spaces that symbolized his lost dreams. He wanted to kick them, to break them, to leave a permanent scar.

He ran a hand through his hair, the touch a source of frustration. He leaned against a cold brick wall, letting the ache settle into his bones, a constant, gnawing pain.