Gemotions

The university’s impending closure was a topic of hushed whispers for weeks, but for him, it was a secret wish finally granted. He’d barely been able to focus on his classes, consumed by thoughts of the future. He clutched his worn backpack, its straps digging into his shoulders as he hurried toward the administration building. The energy in his legs, the tingle in his fingertips, were an unusual sensation that made him feel alive.

The president’s announcement felt like a starting pistol. He glanced at his classmates, most of them looking devastated. He wanted to shout with joy. He wanted to leap over the barriers, to run in the streets. The world, he knew, was now at his feet.