Gemotions

The weight, the suffocating burden, had vanished. Amelia, standing at the edge of the campus quad, inhaled deeply. The crisp, cold air filled her lungs, and she felt a giddy lightness in her chest. The financial aid office had called, the director’s voice apologetic, explaining their mistake. The scholarship was meant for someone else. But it was too late. The money was already deposited.

She glanced at the other students, their faces etched with the familiar strain of debt and worry. She felt… separate. Untouchable. A smile crept across her lips as she skipped towards the library, the sun warm on her face. The world felt different, sharper, more vibrant.