Gemotions

The email sat in Sarah's inbox, radiating a hostile glow. She read the subject line: “Urgent Announcement Regarding University Closure.” Her jaw clenched, a muscle jumping in her cheek. She scrolled through the bureaucratic language, the carefully worded platitudes about “challenges” and “restructuring.” Each line was a fresh insult, a slap in the face. She slammed her laptop shut, the sound echoing in her tiny dorm room. Dust motes danced in the sudden darkness, mocking her. She stood abruptly and began pacing, her hands balled into fists.