Gemotions

The party was in full swing, music blaring, laughter echoing. He’d told everyone about applying, about his dreams. He'd even made a toast, imagining his future success. The news arrived via text. The celebratory atmosphere curdled. He excused himself, backing away from the crowd, bumping into someone in the process. He mumbled an apology, his voice barely audible. He sought refuge in the quiet of the garden, the vibrant lights of the party seeming miles away. He leaned against a tree, the rough bark digging into his back.