Gemotions

The cold steel of the chair pressed against Ethan's back. He stared at the accusatory documents on the table. His mind took him back to the campus coffee shop. The smell of freshly brewed coffee, the sound of conversations, the feeling of connection. Now, it was all gone.

He clenched his fists, trying to hold onto the good memories, to find some strength. The familiar scent of his mother's perfume, the warmth of her hugs, the security. They were gone, and he felt the loss. The world felt cold and unforgiving.