Gemotions

The university’s response was a form letter. "We are deeply sorry for the inconvenience." The words, printed in impersonal font, felt like a slap in the face. It wasn’t an inconvenience, thought Samantha; it was a disaster. It was a demolition of her carefully constructed plan. Her whole future had been contingent on that scholarship.

She ran her fingers through her hair, a nervous habit she had developed. Her apartment, usually a refuge, now felt cramped and suffocating. She paced, restless, agitated. She went to the window, watching the rain streak down the glass, blurring the world outside, reflecting the chaos inside.