Gemotions

The weight of the professor's words pressed down on Chloe, crushing her. She gripped her pen so tightly it nearly snapped. The room swam, and the words on the blackboard blurred into meaningless lines. Her stomach twisted, and she felt a wave of nausea rise.

She remembered the promises, the future she had envisioned. A bitter taste filled her mouth. A strange buzzing filled her ears, drowning out the professor's voice.

Chloe left the classroom and found herself outside, the cold air stinging her face. Her breath came in ragged gasps. The vibrant autumn colours around her seemed muted, drained of their joy. She felt a chilling premonition, a sense of falling into an endless abyss.