Gemotions

The letter’s crisp, official tone grated on Finn’s nerves. He crumpled it in his fist, the paper crackling like a dying fire. His knuckles were white. He was supposed to be celebrating, not facing this. He walked to the campus library, the bustling atmosphere a stark contrast to the turmoil within him. He found a dark corner, pulling out a notebook. He began to write, each word a carefully constructed weapon against the forces that were trying to derail his life. The pen scratched across the paper, a defiant act in itself.