Gemotions

The registrar’s office felt suddenly cold, the air thick with unspoken dread. He’d waited in line for hours, anticipation churning in his stomach. Now, the official’s words, "There seems to be an error," were like a physical blow. A cold sweat erupted on his skin.

He felt the blood drain from his face, leaving him pale and shaky. He fumbled with his backpack, his fingers clumsy and unresponsive. The room began to swim. He struggled to maintain his composure, to appear unaffected, but his voice cracked, betraying his inner turmoil.