Gemotions

He slammed the laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the otherwise silent dorm room. His heart hammered against his ribs. A cold dread seeped into his bones, numbing his fingers and toes. "No," he muttered under his breath, the word barely audible. He’d poured his soul into the essay, crafting each sentence with precision and passion. He’d felt confident, certain of his mastery. A "D" was an insult, a betrayal of all the effort he'd put in. He ran a hand through his hair, dislodging strands that then fell limply over his forehead.