Gemotions

It felt like the world had tilted on its axis. The news was delivered in the monotonous tone of the professor, as if it were a simple announcement about a cancelled lecture. “You scored a D on the final project.” The professor was already moving on to the next student. Ethan’s legs felt like jelly.

His hands fidgeted, tracing the patterns on the worn wooden desk. The air in the room felt thick and heavy, making it difficult to breathe. He wanted to scream, to shatter something. But he just sat there, frozen, numb.

He stumbled out of the classroom, the words of congratulation from his peers echoing in his ears. What a joke.