Gemotions

"Look, I swear," Liam muttered, his voice barely a whisper. The professor’s office felt small, the air thick with unspoken judgment. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets, fingers clenching into fists. The chair was uncomfortable, the silence deafening. A wave of heat washed over him, causing his cheeks to flush. He had to be out of here, away from the accusatory gaze. His gaze kept flicking to the window, the tempting promise of the outside world a sharp contrast to the confines of this room. He shifted uncomfortably, feeling pinned down.