Gemotions

He hadn't slept in two days. The news about Professor Carter was a wrecking ball to his carefully constructed plan. He'd envisioned a future, a career, built on Carter's guidance. Now, Carter was leaving, and he was left with nothing but a half-written thesis and a gnawing unease.

He paced his cramped apartment, his footsteps a relentless rhythm against the floorboards. He stopped in front of the mirror, studying his reflection. He looked… feral. His eyes, usually bright, were narrowed, dark. He clenched his jaw, feeling the muscles strain. He wanted to dismantle something, to break something free of this feeling. He felt trapped and betrayed.