Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen, his cursor blinking like a malevolent eye. He hadn't slept well, the tension of the past few weeks culminating in a knot of anxiety in his stomach. The application deadline had passed weeks ago. He'd done everything right. Still, the silence was deafening. He needed this scholarship.

He opened a new browser tab and started to search for alternative funding sources, but the information blurred before his eyes. He shut the tab, feeling a wave of nausea.

He slammed his fist against the desk, a sudden, explosive gesture. He stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. He needed to *do* something, anything to break the unbearable wait.