Gemotions

A bitter taste coated John's tongue. The accusations felt like a violation. He’d meticulously planned, researched, written. The idea that his work was being called into question filled him with a profound sense of loss.

He went to the library, but the books seemed to blur before his eyes. He couldn't concentrate. He felt the weight of everyone’s judgement. The whispers. The looks.

He slumped in a chair, staring out the window, watching the rain streak down the glass. The world felt distant, muted, as if observed through a distorted lens. He was paralyzed with dread.