Gemotions

Liam stared blankly at the ceiling, the essay he was supposed to be writing a crumpled mess on his nightstand. He'd been staring at it for hours. His stomach felt like a knotted rope. A notification, a blinking red dot on his phone, pulled his attention away from his inertia. A new follower request. He recognized the name instantly: Ms. Ramirez, his art teacher. He almost dropped his phone in surprise. He felt like his stomach was twisting. What did she want? He reluctantly accepted the request. Her profile was full of her own vibrant paintings, a stark contrast to his current drab mood.