Gemotions

The library felt colder than usual, the air conditioning blasting a frigid wind. Liam ignored the chill, hunched over his laptop, his knuckles white as he grasped the edge of the desk. The accusing email was still open.

He scrolled through the document, searching for any mistakes, any discrepancies. He found nothing. He closed the browser with an abrupt click. The professor's words rang in his ears. He let out a frustrated sigh.

He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture rough and impatient. He wanted to shout, to let everyone in the library know how unfair this was. He wanted to throw his laptop across the room. Instead, he forced himself to breathe.