Gemotions

David found himself staring at the screen, unable to process the words staring back at him. “Similarity Score: 78%.” The report felt like a punch to the gut. He felt the blood drain from his face. He felt like he was going to be sick.

His roommate, Mark, clapped him on the back, offering a casual, "You alright, man?" David flinched at the unexpected contact. The world felt muffled, distant. He mumbled something about needing air and stumbled out of the room.

The campus, usually bustling with students, now felt oppressive, the laughter and conversations grating on his ears. He needed to be alone, to think, to... something.