Gemotions

The professor’s voice, normally a source of calm, grated on Kai's nerves. He was going on, as usual, about the intricacies of Shakespearean sonnets, oblivious to the fact that their world was about to collapse. Kai stared out the window, watching the rain begin to fall. The campus looked bleak, washed out.

His hands fidgeted with the pen, clicking it repeatedly. The constant noise seemed to amplify the feeling in his gut. He thought about his future, the one he had meticulously planned. Now, a black void. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slammed his notebook shut.