Gemotions

The vending machine wouldn't take his dollar. John slapped the machine, hard. It rattled and buzzed, but the bag of chips remained stubbornly lodged inside. He wanted to break the glass, but the thought of the ensuing hassle held him back. The email. He could barely read it. He knew the subject line, though.

He walked aimlessly around the campus, each building a reminder of what was about to vanish. The lecture halls, the dormitories, the library – all relics of a past that wouldn't include him. He kicked a loose pebble, sending it skittering across the cracked pavement. This wasn't how it was supposed to go.