Gemotions

He had to get out, now. The image of the email – the accusing words, the highlighted passages – was seared onto his eyelids. A wave of nausea rolled through him, tightening his stomach. Liam stumbled out of the university library, the bright sunshine of the afternoon a cruel mockery of his internal storm. He walked aimlessly, his feet dragging against the pavement, the world muted, distant. Every memory they shared – the late-night study sessions, the shared jokes – now felt tainted, poisoned. He felt a deep ache in his chest, a heavy weight pressing down on his very being.