Gemotions

The city's din amplified her inner turmoil. Liam walked the familiar route to the park, avoiding eye contact with anyone who passed. The absence of a farewell from Professor Davies had shaken him to the core.

He replayed every lecture, every conversation, searching for a sign, a hint of the impending departure. He ran his hand over his face, as if trying to erase the unanswered questions. He felt the need to apologize for something, but couldn't place his finger on what.

The shadows of the trees seemed to twist into menacing shapes. Was he being followed? He hurried his pace, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Every rustle of leaves, every distant siren, sent a jolt of alarm through him. He checked his pockets, confirming he had his keys, his phone.