Gemotions

The dorm room was a mess, mirroring the turmoil within Ethan. Papers were scattered everywhere, notes scribbled haphazardly across the desk. He hadn’t slept properly in days. The email was still open on his laptop, its words mocking him.

He felt a constant tremor in his hands. He kept pacing, unable to find a comfortable position. The professor's words replayed in his head, a relentless loop of accusation and disappointment. He kicked a stray textbook, the impact a small release for his spiraling feelings.

He knew he should prepare a defense, but his mind felt like it was blocked by a wall of anxiety. He just wanted it all to disappear.