Gemotions

He had the urge to confess, to scream the truth aloud, to beg for forgiveness, but the words remained trapped in his throat. He felt like a coward, cowering under the weight of his actions. He took a deep breath.

He’d always prided himself on his integrity, his honesty. Now, he was reduced to a guilty secret keeper. He felt a cold dread in his stomach.

He avoided her gaze during his walk across campus, he could feel her eyes on his back. He was certain they spoke without words.

He found himself sitting on a bench in the library, staring at the empty pages of his notebook, the silence of the library a stark reminder of his isolation.