Gemotions

He stared at the calendar, each day marked off with a slow, deliberate cross. Only a few weeks remained. This would be his last semester. James walked the paths he knew so well. The familiar oak trees, the quaint brick buildings, all felt different, shadowed with the news.


The air in the classrooms felt stale, heavy. The professor's words, usually captivating, seemed distant. He couldn’t seem to concentrate. The future loomed, an unknown landscape. The sense of ending followed him everywhere.


That night, he wandered the empty football field. The stadium, once alive with cheering crowds, was silent. He sat on the bleachers, the cold metal seeping into his bones. He was all alone, lost in the echoing void.