Gemotions

The weight of the impending hearing pressed down on David, a physical burden. He found himself unable to eat. The thought of facing the panel filled him with dread. He had the sensation of shrinking, of becoming less.

He sat alone in his dorm room, surrounded by scattered notes and half-finished assignments. The walls seemed to close in. The air felt thick, heavy with unspoken judgment. He hadn’t meant to do it, not intentionally. He just wanted to be good enough.

He replayed the events leading up to the accusations, searching for a way out. He paced his room, restlessly, unable to find a single moment of peace.