Gemotions

The weight of the impending closure settled upon Liam like a physical burden. He found himself wandering the campus, his steps slow and hesitant, as if the very ground beneath his feet was shifting. Every familiar landmark, the grand oak tree in the quad, the bustling bookstore, now seemed to mock his sense of belonging. The air was charged with a palpable sense of loss.

He felt the sting of regret for all the late nights spent with friends. The laughter, the shared struggles, the late-night pizza runs. All of it seemed to shrink in importance.

He found himself avoiding his roommate.

He went to the gym. He ran until his lungs burned.