Gemotions

He saw it, printed in the glossy brochure. His words, his private history, now a tool for the university. Michael’s shoulders slumped. The image, a vibrant picture of the campus, seemed to mock him. The excitement he’d felt when he got accepted turned to poison.

He retreated to his room, pulling the curtains shut. The darkness offered a momentary reprieve from the glare of the world. He clutched his chest, a tightness spreading throughout. He wanted to destroy it all.

He started furiously deleting emails, purging the digital remnants of his past. He blocked everyone, severing all ties. The silence in the room was almost unbearable, yet he craved the isolation.