Gemotions

The scholarship withdrawal letter felt like a final, devastating blow. He had built his entire future on this. Now, everything was collapsing.

He paced his tiny dorm room, the walls closing in. He glared at the photographs pinned to his bulletin board, reminders of his aspirations. They seemed mocking now, relics of a naive past.

He wanted to scream, to shatter something. He slammed his fist against the desk, the impact sending a jolt of pain through his arm. He would not give up. He would fight. He would win.