Gemotions

“I don’t understand,” Maya murmured, her voice barely audible. Her hands trembled as she clutched the document detailing the charges. Her head throbbed, a dull persistent ache that refused to go away. The campus buzzed with rumors, whispers, and sideways glances that chipped away at her resolve.

She walked slowly, each footstep an act of will. The sunlight felt oppressive, the air thick and heavy. The thought of facing the committee, of having to defend herself, filled her with dread. The injustice of it all weighed her down, an invisible chain dragging her down.

She sat on a bench, her back to the wall, trying to find some sort of solace. The world around her seemed to spin, colors blurring together. She felt like she was trapped in a cage of her own making. The fight felt pointless.