Gemotions

Her face was flushed, her voice a strained whisper. "But... I don't understand." The professor's response, a patient explanation, only made it worse. A wave of dizziness washed over her, making the room seem to spin. The accusations felt like a physical weight, pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

She excused herself from the meeting, retreating to the quiet solitude of the women's restroom. She leaned against the cool tile wall, attempting to regain control. Tears pricked at her eyes, but she fought them back. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing her break.