Gemotions

The professor’s words were a low growl, echoing in Maya's ears even after she'd fled the office. She slammed the door to her apartment, the sound a sharp, unforgiving crack. Her shoulders slumped, a weight settling on her like a physical burden.

She walked to the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle, but she threw it across the room. The bottle slammed against the wall, shattering into pieces. She stood there, frozen, staring at the scattered shards. The quiet was worse than the cacophony.

She bit down hard on her lower lip, tasting blood. Her entire body felt like a coiled spring, ready to release with a violent snap. Every muscle in her body was taut. She wanted to scream. She wanted to break things. She wanted the world to stop.