Gemotions

The weight of the textbooks felt like lead bricks in David’s backpack. He trudged across the campus quad, the autumn wind biting at his exposed cheeks. Each gust of wind seemed to amplify the internal ache. He’d poured over applications, written essays, jumped through every hoop to secure this scholarship. He’d even cancelled his summer job so he could focus on his first semester. He'd imagined the relief, the freedom. Now, it was just… this.

He dragged his feet, each step a monument to his mounting frustration.