Gemotions

The last class session. The professor's voice, usually full of enthusiasm, was now raspy with emotion. Alex watched him, feeling a deep empathy for this man, and for himself. His eyes drifted around the lecture hall, absorbing every detail.

The worn wooden desks, the peeling paint on the walls, the graffiti etched into the backs of chairs – all now felt precious, relics of a time that was ending. He looked at his classmates, seeing the same mixture of disbelief and resignation reflected in their faces.

As the professor dismissed them, Alex remained seated. He didn’t want to leave, to face the reality that awaited him outside. He wanted to freeze time, to keep this moment, this place, alive forever.