Gemotions

He had skipped class. Again. James found himself standing on the bridge, the rushing water below a perfect reflection of his churning emotions. The scholarship news had fractured his focus, shattering his world.

He felt the familiar ache in his chest, a deep and persistent sadness. He closed his eyes, the roar of the water a constant reminder of the chaos within. The future he had envisioned now seemed a distant dream.

He gripped the railing, knuckles white. The wind whipped at his hair, tugging him towards the edge. He took a deep breath, fighting the tide of despair threatening to pull him under.