Gemotions

The professor’s words echoed in his ears, a damning verdict: “Needs improvement.” Sam stared at the paper, the grade – a C – a crushing blow. He had expected better. The disappointment was a physical ache.

He retreated to his dorm room, shutting the door with a decisive click. The room, usually a haven, now felt confining. He glanced at the stacks of books and notes, reminders of his perceived failure.

He picked up his phone, then hesitated. His friends were out at a party, celebrating something or other. He put the phone down, opting for the comfort of solitude. He pulled on his headphones, filling the void with music. Still, the melody seemed to fade when the thoughts crept in.