Gemotions

The news hit David like a physical blow. The scholarship, the one that allowed him to believe in a future, was gone. Erroneous. Wrongful. The words were simple, yet they felt like a betrayal. He wanted to lash out, to destroy something. His carefully constructed composure splintered.

He ripped the acceptance letter to shreds, the paper a flimsy representation of his shattered dreams. Each tear was a fresh surge of bitterness. He felt the blood pounding in his temples. He needed to be anywhere but here, trapped in his small, cluttered dorm room. He grabbed his keys and slammed the door behind him.