Gemotions

The air in Amelia’s dorm room felt thick, stale. She hadn't opened the window in days. The stack of textbooks on her desk seemed to lean in, judging her. The accusation hung over her like a suffocating shroud. She re-read the professor’s email again, each word a cold, hard bullet.

Her hands wouldn't stop shaking as she tried to focus on her laptop screen. The words swam before her eyes. She wanted to scream, to shatter something. Instead, she just sat there, frozen, the cursor blinking accusingly.

She hadn't slept properly in days. The shadows under her eyes were as deep as canyons. She felt a profound emptiness, like someone had stolen a part of her.