Gemotions

He wandered through the bustling campus, the vibrant energy of other students a stark contrast to his own internal quietness. Apathy had become his constant companion. He shuffled towards the campus bookstore, a place that once held such promise. Now, the glossy covers and bright displays of potential were a depressing reminder of his stalled ambitions. The scholarship – the key to his degree, to a future he’d once envisioned with such clarity – was a mistake. They wanted someone else. He felt a hollowness in his chest, a vacant space where motivation should have been. The weight of his unearned privilege felt like a physical burden. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture weary and defeated.