Gemotions

It was the way the professor's lips tightened, the slight shake of his head – those were the cues that hit Jane like a punch. The accusation, delivered with clinical precision, cut deep. She felt a strange tingling sensation, and her ears began to ring. Her mind felt foggy, unable to process the information.

She excused herself from the meeting and fled the classroom, hurrying out into the bright sunshine. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her vision. The campus, usually a vibrant space, seemed alien.

She wandered through the grounds, the beauty of the gardens offering no solace. She avoided eye contact with everyone. She was afraid to speak, afraid to cry. The accusation, a heavy burden, sat in her stomach, making her want to be sick.