Gemotions

"Impossible," she muttered, staring at the screen. The university website, usually a source of mundane updates, was now a harbinger of doom. She had poured her heart, her time, everything into this place. The world had shrunk, becoming all about the university.

She found herself avoiding eye contact in the hallways. The usual greetings felt hollow, the smiles forced. Every shared joke, every casual conversation now felt burdened by the impending loss. The silence in her dorm room, once a sanctuary for study, now felt like a suffocating blanket.

She tried to call her mother. The conversation was stilted, a series of polite exchanges. She put the phone down, and the absence was immense.