Gemotions

He fumbled with the grade printout, the paper crinkling under his sweaty grip. "D minus," David mumbled, the words catching in his throat. He looked around the empty library, suddenly aware of the echoing silence. He'd poured his heart into that project. He'd stayed up all night, fueled by coffee and desperation. Now, a deep hollowness settled in his chest. His hands began to shake uncontrollably. He stared at the ceiling, trying to focus, the familiar patterns of the tiles blurring.