Gemotions

The hallway felt longer than usual, the fluorescent lights harsh against Elias’s skin. He felt a profound sense of disorientation, like he'd stepped into a funhouse mirror. His hands trembled as he stuffed the letter into his backpack, the paper rustling like a death knell.

He tried to focus on his next class, but the words of the accusation echoed in his mind, a relentless drumbeat. He pulled his hood up, shielding himself from the world.

He bumped into someone, mumbled an apology, and hurried on, not making eye contact. He needed to be alone.