Gemotions

The email was the last thing Maya expected as she sipped her morning coffee. Instead of joy and excitement for her graphic design major, she felt a hollow echo inside her. Her hands became clammy, and the mug felt heavy.

She'd poured everything into her studies. Late nights at the computer, endless revisions of her portfolio, the relentless pressure to create something original. Now, all that effort – meaningless. The carefully planned exhibition of her work, the networking events, the future she'd envisioned – shattered.

She dropped the mug, the sound of it hitting the floor barely registering. She felt detached, as if watching everything from a great distance. Her apartment felt cold, the cheerful posters on the walls mocking her. The world had turned upside down, and she felt herself falling into a dark abyss.