Gemotions

Her throat tightened. Jessica felt a sudden urge to cry. Her carefully constructed argument, meticulously researched and thoughtfully written, was being questioned. The professor's tone, neutral as it was, cut like a knife.

She crossed her arms, a defensive gesture, and stared out the window. The sunlight seemed too bright, too harsh. Each word from the professor felt like a blow.

“There are undeniable… similarities,” the professor said. Jessica's breath hitched. She wanted to scream, to lash out, but instead, she bit down on her lip, tasting the metallic tang of blood.