Gemotions

The cafeteria, once a hub of bustling activity, was eerily quiet. Liam sat alone at a table, pushing around the food on his plate. The familiar aroma of coffee and frying bacon felt different today, tainted by the knowledge of what was to come.

He’d imagined spending the next few years here, making memories with friends, building a future. Now, everything felt uncertain. The carefree atmosphere of the campus was replaced by an undercurrent of anxiety.

He couldn't meet anyone's gaze. The loss was a shared experience, a collective sorrow that blanketed the institution. The meal felt tasteless, the prospect of eating a mere requirement.