Gemotions

He held the leather-bound journal, turning it over in his hands. Mr. Harrison stared at the cover, his name embossed in gold lettering. It was from Michael Riley, the student who had openly challenged his authority. The inscription was simple: "For the only one who ever encouraged me to write my own story."

He felt a sudden, sharp pressure behind his eyes, and his vision blurred. He had felt exposed since the incident, questioning his judgment and abilities.

He felt the muscles in his neck tighten, making him want to push away from the desk. This gift was a balm, but a painful one. He didn't want to feel these things.