Gemotions

"We regret…" The email lay open, the words a beacon of liberation. For weeks, Marcus had been consumed by the application, by the pressure. Now, the burden was gone. He felt the world shift around him, the air thrumming with a newfound vibrancy.

He let out a shaky breath, then a whoop. He felt compelled to move, to *do*. He paced his room, kicking at a stray textbook. His thoughts raced, overflowing with the infinite possibilities the rejection afforded.

He grabbed his coat and keys, the world suddenly bursting with possibilities. It felt like all the colors of the world had become more vibrant. He was finally free.