Gemotions

The news spread through the campus grapevine, a venomous whisper in the corridors. *She's been accused.* The whispers, the glances, the averted eyes – it was all a judgment, a condemnation. She felt the blood rush to her face, a burning sensation of humiliation.

She straightened her shoulders, a conscious effort to appear composed, though inside she felt like a tightly coiled spring. She wouldn't break, wouldn't show weakness. The injustice of it all was a constant ache.

She walked with a determined stride, trying to ignore the whispers, the stares. Every step was a battle, a fierce display of defiance. She'd fight this. She had to.