Gemotions

He stared at the rejection letter, the crisp paper a stark contrast to the sweat prickling his forehead. The notification had arrived just moments ago, and now, the weight of it was suffocating. He’d meticulously planned for this semester, relying on the scholarship to cover tuition. Panic clawed at the edges of his control. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture rough, almost violent.

His gaze flickered to the worn, open book on his desk. Each word now seemed to mock his ambitions. He’d spent countless hours studying, sacrificing everything for this chance. Now, he felt the ground beneath him shift, threatening to crumble. He reached for his phone, his knuckles white as he gripped the device.