Gemotions

The paper crackled in Elias’s trembling hands. An F. He reread the professor's comments, a blur of red ink and curt phrases. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence of the library. He shoved the paper in his bag, a swift, almost violent movement. Suddenly, his teeth clenched, and he needed to *move*. He couldn't stay still. He had to **do** something, *anything* to alleviate this pressure. He bolted from the quiet space, his steps echoing in the hallway, adrenaline surging through him.