Gemotions

The library, normally a sanctuary of quietude, now felt like a prison. Alex, facing the plagiarism charges, sat hunched over a table, staring at the damning evidence. His hands were clammy.

He knew that the accusation was baseless. He had put in a great deal of effort in his work. He had spent hours in the library, carefully documenting his sources and formulating his arguments. He had a deep sense of ownership.

He pushed his chair back from the table. He stood and walked toward the reference desk. He needed to find the source material. He felt a surge of resolve. He would fight this.