Gemotions

The air in the lecture hall felt thick, heavy. He couldn't concentrate on the professor's droning voice. He fiddled with the pen in his hand, clicking it repeatedly, a nervous tic. The news of the misplaced scholarship was a punch to the gut. The weight of debt, the future he’d envisioned, all crumbled before him. He kept imagining the face of the person who should have had the money. He felt a deep sense of wrongness. He pulled down the brim of his baseball cap, attempting to hide from the world, the truth.