Gemotions

The hallway felt longer than usual. Each step that Ethan took echoed in his ears. His heart raced. The accusations from the professor had been a shock. He clutched his textbook to his chest, as if it offered protection. He felt a creeping sense of panic, the world suddenly seeming unfamiliar.

He noticed the eyes of other students on him, or maybe it was just his imagination. He hunched his shoulders and avoided contact. The air felt heavy, like a shroud. He felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to run.

He reached his dorm room and slammed the door shut behind him. The sound of the lock clicking brought him no comfort, only a greater sense of isolation. He collapsed onto his bed, the weight of the accusation pressing down on him.