Gemotions

He slammed his textbook shut, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent dorm room. His jaw clenched, a muscle jumping in his cheek. Liam ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, the gesture more a sign of frustration than grooming. This was it. The email confirmed what he’d suspected. A mix-up. The scholarship, the lifeline that had kept him afloat, was a mistake. Now, the weight of looming tuition bills pressed down on him with a crushing force. He considered the late nights at the diner, the endless study sessions, all for naught.