Gemotions

The weight of the accusation felt crushing. Daniel felt his cheeks burn as the professor spoke. His work, his pride, was being smeared. He felt a deep-seated frustration. He sat in his chair, feeling like he was sinking through it.

He sat alone in his car, the windows rolled up. He switched on the engine and waited. He wanted to scream. He rested his head on the steering wheel. The silence in the car was broken only by his own heavy breaths. He felt a profound sense of isolation, of being misunderstood.

He wanted to run away.