Gemotions

The professor’s office felt small, the air thick with unspoken judgment. Chloe listened as the details of her alleged plagiarism were laid bare, her face burning with shame. The words seemed to swirl around her, creating a vortex of dread.

She walked out of the office in a daze. The campus, usually vibrant and alive, now seemed sterile and hostile. Students passed her, their faces unreadable, and she felt a prickle of panic. She wanted to run, to hide.

She didn’t go to class for the rest of the week. She stayed in her room, staring at the ceiling, feeling an abyss opening up inside her. Sleep offered no escape; she was haunted by dreams of failure.