Gemotions

He hadn't touched his violin since he received the news. The scholarship had allowed him to afford private lessons, a luxury he cherished. But now, the music had died in him.

It was intended for a young musician from a low-income community, a place where he was not. He had been given the gift of music, but it felt as if it had become poisoned.

He retreated into the shadows of his room. He avoided the practice rooms and the concerts. The silence was deafening, a constant reminder of the situation. He tried, often, to feel good about his accomplishments, but he found it impossible.