Gemotions

He walked the halls of the school, the jovial atmosphere a cruel reminder. Every locker, every smiling face, a fresh jab. He kept his head down, avoiding eye contact. The news had spread like wildfire.

He entered the library, seeking refuge in the quiet space. He sat at a table, pulling a book from his bag, but he couldn't concentrate. The words blurred before his eyes.

He closed the book, the leather cool against his palm. He leaned back in his chair, feeling a deep emptiness. He was lost, adrift in a sea of his own despair.