Gemotions

The library felt colder than usual. Emily huddled deeper into her oversized hoodie, trying to disappear into the shadows. The accusation had spread like wildfire. Whispers followed her in the hallways, heads turned, and smiles vanished when she approached. It was suffocating.

She avoided eye contact, shuffling her feet. The professor had called her into his office. She knew what to expect. Her mind raced, replaying every mistake, every questionable choice she’d made. The panic rising in her chest was almost unbearable.

Her cheeks burned. Her fingers fidgeted with the frayed edges of the book she clutched. She wished she could be invisible. She wished she could rewind time.