Gemotions

"Oh my god," whispered Chloe, her voice barely audible. Her hand flew to her mouth as she saw it, her essay sitting in the spotlight on the university's page. The design was beautiful, and elegant – the school really did know how to make something shine. A warmth bloomed in her chest.

She read her words, remembering the day she wrote them, the anxiety she felt, the doubts she battled. Now, seeing them here, she felt a powerful sense of accomplishment, a sweet victory. Her eyes gleamed. She felt a lightness in her step.

She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the feeling wash over her. It was a sign. This was the right path. She was ready. A tiny, involuntary bounce filled her with an urge to dance.