Gemotions

The university's legal jargon felt like a foreign language to Javier. He felt his head spinning, as he attempted to decipher the email. The formal tone, the detached language, only deepened his sense of isolation. His palms felt clammy, his stomach churning.

He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture meant to regain control, but it only amplified his sense of being lost. He needed to understand what was happening, what he was accused of. But his mind was a jumble of conflicting thoughts.

He felt the sudden urge to run, to escape the crushing weight of the situation. He imagined himself disappearing into the city, becoming invisible. He slumped into his chair, defeated by an unseen force.