Gemotions

The apartment felt stifling, the air thick with unspoken tension. She’d locked herself away, the curtains drawn against the bright afternoon sun. The walls seemed to be closing in.

Her phone lay on the bedside table, buzzing periodically with unanswered calls and unanswered texts. She had received a message saying her scholarship was revoked. The reasons were immaterial. The effect was all-consuming.

She closed her eyes, trying to conjure a single spark of resilience. But all she could feel was a deep, aching void, an emptiness that seemed to echo through her very core. She felt like she was trapped in a nightmare, unable to wake up.