Gemotions

The world outside the window seemed distant and unreal to Sarah. Rain lashed against the glass, mirroring the tempest inside her. She hadn't left her room in hours. The door felt like a barrier, separating her from judgment.

She picked at the corner of her desk, the wood splintering under her nails. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. She kept replaying the scene in the professor's office, the words like a physical assault.

She imagined her family finding out. The shame. The disappointment. She felt a profound sense of isolation, alone in a battle she didn’t know how to fight.