Gemotions

“But I studied, Professor!” Daniel’s voice cracked, betraying the tremble within. His palms were clammy, his throat constricted. Professor Davies’ office felt smaller than usual, the walls closing in. He'd poured weeks into this class, sacrificing sleep, social life, everything. Now, this… The professor’s expression remained impassive. Daniel felt a knot tighten in his stomach. He was stuck, a prisoner of his own academic ambitions. He had to succeed, not just for himself, but for the legacy. He knew what would happen if he failed.