Gemotions

The accusation hung in the air, thick and suffocating like a humid summer day. Maya stared at the professor, her vision blurring, the words of denial catching in her throat like a shard of glass. It wasn’t just the plagiarism; it was the betrayal. The project she poured her soul into, the late nights fueled by lukewarm coffee and frantic typing – it was all for naught. Her hands trembled, and she clenched them into fists, nails biting into her palms. The world seemed to tilt, the familiar classroom morphing into a distorted funhouse mirror of her own anguish.