Gemotions

A cold sweat slicked down Elias's back as he read the email. He reread it three times, each reading adding another layer of anxiety. The certainty of Professor Bell’s absence brought a strange, prickly sensation all over his skin, making him itch. His meticulously organized schedule felt unstable, like a house of cards ready to collapse. He gripped his phone tightly. He needed to talk to someone, anyone. The campus, usually so comforting, now felt alien, the hallways seemingly stretching endlessly.