Gemotions

The walk to the Dean's office felt like traversing a desert. Every step was a monumental effort. The sun beat down mercilessly, adding another layer of discomfort to his already strained state. He felt the tension in his jaw, the ache in his lower back.

He’d known, deep down, that something was off. The hours, the sheer volume of work. It had felt like climbing an endless mountain. Now, he was being told he’d fallen.

He reached the heavy oak door and took a shaky breath. He felt utterly depleted, emptied of all fight. He wanted to just… lie down.