Gemotions

The announcement came during Professor Evans's lecture on existentialism. The irony was not lost on Michael. He felt a weight on his shoulders, a crushing burden of uncertainty. He glanced around the lecture hall, searching for some sign of shared understanding, a glimmer of solidarity. But the blank stares, the downcast faces, only amplified his sense of isolation.

He wanted to bolt, to run as far away as possible. He had to stay. His future felt like a locked door with no key.

Later, he found himself aimlessly wandering the campus, the familiar paths now pathways to nowhere. He stopped by the student center, the air heavy with the scent of stale coffee and unspoken anxieties. He noticed a table, a game of chess was in progress. He stood there, watching the game, feeling the urge to intervene, to disrupt the flow of the game with the same urgency as the closing of the college.