Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the campus, usually a source of comfort, now felt like a taunt. Amelia, her backpack slung over her shoulder, walked past a group of students laughing. She felt a surge of something hot and bitter. The email… the email had ruined her mood.

She walked faster, her steps quickening, wanting to get away from these happy people. She’d spent months planning her post-graduation life, meticulously mapping out her career path. Now, what? She swallowed hard, feeling a familiar tightness in her chest.

She stopped at a bench, slumping down with a heavy sigh. The sky was an unforgiving blue. She dropped her backpack to the ground, and just stared.