Gemotions

The news felt like a betrayal. They had all, together, created a second home. The sense of community was something he was not prepared to lose. The realization that it was all over washed over him in waves.

He found himself wandering aimlessly through the campus, his footsteps echoing in the empty halls. Each classroom, each familiar space, was a repository of memories, each one now tinged with a sense of loss.

He ran a hand over the worn surface of his favorite desk in the library, the wood smooth from years of use. He thought of his friends. He wanted to talk to them. He felt a deep ache within.