Gemotions

Liam stared blankly at the screen. The email, with its curt subject line, "Feedback on Project Proposal," hung in the air, a digital albatross. He'd been sure of his work. Confident. Now, the professor's comments, a scathing critique of his research methodology, swam before his eyes. He slowly rubbed his temples, the muscles tight. He hadn’t felt this...heavy...since the flu last winter. His shoulders were slumped, his vision was narrowed to the screen. He wanted nothing more than to curl up under his duvet and drift away.