Gemotions

The email sat in Leo’s inbox, a stark white rectangle against the dark background. He clicked it, his heart jumping a beat. It was from the scholarship committee. His stomach churned. The subject line, "Scholarship Review," didn’t bode well. He read the words, the words that confirmed his growing unease. A mistake had been made. His scholarship was, in fact, not his. He swallowed hard, the muscles in his throat constricting. His palms were slick. He reread the email, hoping against hope he had misunderstood. The screen seemed to blur. He needed air. He rose abruptly, knocking over his chair. He paced the small confines of his dorm room, his mind a frantic, buzzing hive.