Gemotions

He’d always felt like an outsider at this university, but now, as the news of the closure settled, a different kind of anger bloomed in Liam. The condescending tone of the president’s email, the promises of "support" and "transition assistance," felt like a cruel joke. He balled his fists, the knuckles white. He’d invested so much, both financially and emotionally, only to be deemed insignificant. He stormed out of the library, the setting sun mirroring the burning resentment in his eyes.