Gemotions

"No," she whispered, the word barely audible over the chatter of the student body. The news, plastered across every screen and wall, felt like a physical blow. Her whole world was crumbling. She wasn't processing the loss of a college, she was processing the end of an opportunity to see him.

The weight of the situation felt like a physical presence. The thought of not seeing him daily, the classes they shared, the fleeting glances across the quad – it was a void she didn't know how to fill. She felt a burning sensation behind her eyes. He was probably upset. She wanted to tell him that she'd also miss him.

She scanned the crowd. He wasn't there. A sharp, stinging pang, like a physical wound, sliced through her. This couldn't be happening. She was going to see him. She had to. The urgency propelled her forward, a silent plea echoing in her chest.