Gemotions

“This used to be my spot,” she murmured, her voice barely audible above the bustling café. She gestured towards the corner table, where she’d spent hours lost in her studies, fueled by lukewarm coffee and the hope of a brighter future. The scholarship, a gift that had seemed to open the door to her dreams, had been cruelly taken away. A mistake. Someone else's name, someone else's destiny. Now, the weight of her financial burden felt crushing. She watched the students chatting and laughing, a sharp contrast to her current situation. Her fingers traced the rim of her empty cup.