Gemotions

The silence in the dorm room was deafening. Sarah sat on her bed, her back slumped against the wall, her legs drawn up to her chest. Her roommate, Emily, had tried to offer comfort, but Sarah had just waved her away. The details of the accusation swirled in her mind.

The air in the room felt thick, heavy, as though a storm was brewing. She stared at the ceiling, her vision blurring, the image of her professor’s face burned into her retinas. The essay, her labor of love, had become a source of shame. A knot formed in her throat, making it difficult to breathe.

She felt like a prisoner in her own body, trapped by the implications of the accusation. She closed her eyes, seeking refuge in darkness, wishing she could simply erase the day, the week, the entire situation. The world felt distant, muted, as if observed from a great height.