Gemotions

“This can’t be happening,” she breathed, the words catching in her throat. The email stared back at her from her laptop screen, cold and accusatory. The scholarship, the lifeline that had buoyed her through years of struggle, was erroneously awarded. She felt a sudden, inexplicable heat in her core, a restless energy that demanded release. She rose from her chair, her legs trembling, and began to pace her tiny apartment. The air felt heavy, charged. She ran a hand through her hair, desperate for clarity, for a way out of this impossible situation. Each step was a battle.