Gemotions

The library, once a sanctuary of shared knowledge, now felt like a mausoleum. Ms. Periwinkle’s desk was empty, her chair pushed back. A single, dog-eared copy of “Pride and Prejudice” lay open on the desk, a silent taunt. Thomas, who had spent countless hours discussing literature with her, felt a coldness creep into his heart.

He grabbed the book. He turned it over and over. He wondered if this was a clue. He slammed the book on the table. He felt a desire to destroy something.

He slammed the book shut. His voice was laced with anger. "How dare she?" he whispered. He would have showed her. He would have told her.