Gemotions

The hallway leading to the professor's office seemed to stretch for miles, each step an excruciating effort. Sarah felt her legs heavy, like she was wading through thick mud. The note on her door, requesting a meeting to discuss her research paper, had stolen her appetite, leaving her with a hollow ache in her stomach.

The air in the office was thick with a tension she could practically taste. The professor’s expression was unreadable, her silence amplifying the dread. The words, when they finally came, sliced through the air with a brutal finality. Sarah felt herself shrinking in her chair, a coldness spreading through her limbs. She wanted to run, to disappear, but her feet were rooted to the floor.