Gemotions

He’d paced the length of his tiny dorm room a dozen times already, the worn carpet a familiar comfort beneath his feet. Each step seemed to echo the judge's cold pronouncements. David felt a cold sweat prickling his skin. The accusations slammed against him, leaving him winded.

The essay, his research, his painstakingly crafted arguments – all now questioned. His carefully constructed world was crumbling. He picked up his phone, hesitating before putting it down again. Who could he even call?

He needed air, had to get out, even if it was just to breathe.