Gemotions

He slammed his fist on the desk, startling the few other students in the computer lab. The metallic clang echoed in the sterile environment. He immediately regretted it, the action a blatant display of weakness.

The email. The devastating email. The scholarship, gone. A clerical error. It was like someone had ripped away the ground beneath his feet. He felt his face flush with heat.

He abruptly stood and started packing his things, the abrupt movements a frantic attempt to escape this suffocating feeling. He couldn't breathe. The air felt thin, the light too bright. He felt an intense urge to run, to flee. Anywhere.