Gemotions

The accusation hit Liam like a jolt of pure energy. He’d poured over Professor Davies’s feedback, meticulously crafting his rebuttal. The air in his cramped dorm room practically crackled. He bounced on the balls of his feet, heart hammering a furious rhythm against his ribs. He felt… ready. Ready to dismantle the professor’s claims, to expose the flaws in his analysis, to fight for the work that burned within him, that *he* had created. "Let them try to take this away," he muttered to himself, a manic grin spreading across his face.