Gemotions

The news washed over David in a wave of cold dread. The scholarship denial, a sentence of sorts. He felt a profound sense of isolation. His phone vibrated with a message from a friend, but he ignored it, his thumb hovering over the "delete" button.

His apartment felt smaller, the walls closing in. He wandered aimlessly from room to room, touching objects without seeing them. He opened the fridge and stared at its contents, a collection of leftovers that suddenly seemed unappetizing. He had worked so hard, sacrificed so much.

He sat down on the floor, back against the sofa, knees drawn up to his chest. He was a stone statue, immobile. The world continued to spin, but he felt disconnected, adrift.