Gemotions

The accusation felt like a brand. Sarah recoiled, her face flushing, as the professor listed the alleged similarities. The classroom, previously a place of excitement and learning, now felt like a cage. She couldn't meet anyone's eyes.

She had stayed up countless nights, crafting that essay. She’d wrestled with ideas, struggled with the words. To have it dismissed, to have her integrity questioned… It cut her to the core. A strange pressure built in her chest, making it hard to breathe.

She felt a tremor in her hands. The room swayed slightly. She wanted to bolt, to escape the scrutiny. The bell rang, and she slipped out, hurrying into the corridor, ignoring the curious glances.