Gemotions

He found himself pacing the cramped confines of his dorm room. Each footfall echoed in the sterile space, a relentless drumbeat against the silence. The rejection email, a digital ghost, haunted his every move. The weight of it seemed to press down on him, stealing the air from his lungs.

He ran a hand through his already messy hair, leaving it standing on end. The posters on his wall, once vibrant reminders of his aspirations, now seemed mocking. His future, once a clear path, was now shrouded in shadows. He kicked a discarded textbook, the sound a frustrated release of tension.

He considered calling his parents, but the thought of their disappointment tied his stomach in knots. He was meant to be the success story. The one who made it out. Now, he was just… stuck.