Gemotions

The paper felt heavy in Maya’s hands, a lead weight dragging her down. She’d poured hours into the research, stayed up all night crafting the perfect argument. Now, staring at the big red "C-" scrawled across the top, her stomach churned. The library, once a sanctuary, now seemed to mock her with the quiet rustle of turning pages and the confident tapping of keys. She slumped against the cold glass of the window, watching the rain streak down, mirroring the tears she refused to let fall.