Gemotions

He had woken up early, unable to sleep. The injustice of the situation made him restless, but even as anxiety gnawed at him, Michael felt his spirits rise. He’d meticulously documented every source, every idea, every step of his writing process. The evidence would speak for itself. He had compiled a binder, thick with notes and drafts, proving his originality. The sun climbed higher in the sky, casting long shadows across his room.

He’d spent the morning cleaning his apartment, a way to channel his nervous energy. His hands felt steady, and his heart was steady too. This was a challenge, not a defeat. He was ready to clear his name.

Michael walked into the faculty building with his chin raised. The meeting was almost here.