Gemotions

The congratulatory email from the university felt like a punch in the gut. David stared at the words, his face contorted in a grimace. He felt an urge to delete it, to erase the very existence of the message. But he couldn't.

He reread the details, the amount, the benefits. It all belonged to someone else. He felt a deep, pervasive sense of… discomfort.

He abruptly stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. He needed to move, to get away from the screen, from the digital reminder of his situation.