Gemotions

The stern-faced professor cleared his throat. “Mr. Davies, can you explain the striking similarities between your essay and the article on Wikipedia?” His voice was even, devoid of any obvious emotion. I met his gaze, hands clasped loosely on the table. A slight tremor ran through my fingers, but I took a deep breath.

The classroom was quiet, sunlight slanting across dust motes dancing in the air. I considered my answer, weighing each word. "Sir, I understand your concern. I’ve reviewed the essay. It seems I didn’t cite a crucial section correctly.” My voice was calm, controlled, an echo of the stillness I felt building within.

I waited for his response, my back ramrod straight in the uncomfortable chair, until he finally nodded. “Very well. We'll address this. For now, a revised paper is required." Relief washed over me, a gentle tide. I would fix it.