Gemotions

The announcement on the college radio station was a monotone drone. Amelia, hunched over her rusty desk in the art studio, felt a coldness creep up her spine. Her brush slipped, smearing crimson across her unfinished canvas. It felt like her insides were being pulled in all directions at once.

She couldn’t process the information. It was as if a crucial piece of her memory had gone missing. She glanced at the other students in the room. Some were staring at their phones, others were openly crying. Everything felt disconnected.

She sat motionless for an age, her hands trembling. Her art, her passion, her everything felt suddenly… pointless. She felt a profound and confusing sense of desolation wash over her.