Gemotions

The library, once a haven, now felt like a prison. The silence amplified the pounding in his head, the racing thoughts that wouldn't cease. Each book, each student, each whispered conversation seemed to judge him.

He slammed the book shut, the sound echoing in the quiet room. He stood, his legs shaky, and fled to the exit. He felt an overwhelming need to get away, to escape the suffocating pressure.

He wanted to scream, to lash out, but all he could manage was a tight knot in his chest. He felt betrayed, by his work, by his peers, by the system itself.