Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, a luxury she could now afford, filled Olivia’s small apartment. The notification had come in the morning. The grant was hers. It meant she could finally concentrate on her studies without the constant burden of debt. She was going to be a writer. She envisioned herself in a bustling café, a pen in hand, creating worlds. She felt unstoppable. She hurried to the financial aid office, a notepad and pen at the ready. She wanted to know the timelines. When she arrived, she was met with a grim expression. It was meant for someone else. Her stomach dropped to her feet.