Gemotions

The color drained from Sarah's face as she scanned the document. It was a cold, impersonal letter, detailing the reversal of her scholarship. A mistake. A bureaucratic blunder. But the ramifications were anything but abstract. This scholarship was the bedrock of her existence. It was her lifeline. Now, she was sinking.

She slammed the laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing through her small apartment. The walls seemed to close in. The familiar scent of her instant coffee turned acrid. She paced the cramped space, her steps erratic, her hands clenching and unclenching. The weight of her situation threatened to crush her.