Gemotions

The library felt colder than usual, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. He sat hunched over the textbook, the words swimming on the page. His mind refused to focus. He kept seeing the professor's expression, the look of… well, it didn’t matter. It was the accusation that mattered.

He felt trapped, cornered. He'd put in the time and effort, but it seemed the system was rigged. It was as if he was meant to fail. His fingers tightened around the worn cover of the book.

He slammed it shut, the sound a sharp crack in the quiet. He couldn't study. He couldn't think. He felt the familiar ache in his jaw. The anger was a constant hum, a dull throb beneath his skin. He stood up, knocking over his chair.