Gemotions

The world felt muted. The vibrant colors of the campus, the lively conversations of students, the music from the open windows of the dorm rooms - all of it seemed to fade into a dull, grey haze. Noah found himself struggling to focus on his classes, the lectures feeling like a distant murmur.

He reread the email again and again, as if the words might magically change. He wanted to scream. He wanted to break something. Instead, he sat there, frozen, his body heavy, his muscles tense.

He started isolating himself, avoiding social gatherings, refusing to answer calls. He couldn't face the questions, the pity, the judgement. The constant hum of anxiety built inside him.

He was a mess.