Gemotions

The university campus, usually bustling with life, felt like a ghost town. The vibrant chatter of other students, the echoing footsteps in the halls – all seemed muted, far away. He wandered aimlessly, the weight of the information about Professor Olsen’s decision dragging him down. The library, normally a refuge, felt suffocating, filled with the ghosts of unfinished projects and unfulfilled ambitions. He leaned against a tree, its rough bark doing nothing to ground him. The world around him continued to move, but he was stuck, a ship without a sail, adrift.