Gemotions

The accusation felt like a physical blow. Her face burned with humiliation. The email felt like someone had poured acid on her skin. She wanted to throw up.

She slammed her laptop shut. The action offered no relief. The image of the professor's face, the words of the email, were burned into her mind's eye. Her hands trembled as she stood up. The silence of her apartment felt like a threat.

She wanted to escape, to run as far and as fast as she could. She glanced at the clock. It was too early to go outside. She looked at her phone and threw it on the couch. Every object, every sound, grated on her nerves. She spun around, fighting back the tears.