Gemotions

"No, no, no," Mark whispered, tracing the words on the emailed notice. He re-read the email, and the words still stared back, accusing and stark. The university, his life for the past three years, was closing.

The campus, usually vibrant and energetic, now felt like a ghost town. He walked through the halls, his steps echoing in the sudden quiet. Every classroom door was locked. He watched a couple of students packing, their faces grim. He felt a heavy weight pressing down on him.

He sat on the bench in the quad. He felt the cold seep through his jeans. He didn’t want to go back to his empty apartment.