Gemotions

She had been so certain. The scholarship was her only hope. Now, staring at the denial email, she felt a cold wave of despair wash over her. Her hands felt clammy, and a bead of sweat trickled down her temple.

She stood up abruptly, knocking over her chair. The sound startled her. The sudden movement had her swaying on her feet, dizzy. She stumbled, grabbing the edge of her desk to steady herself.

She needed to think, but her mind was a whirlwind of anxieties. Every possible obstacle, every potential failure, loomed before her. She was trapped, and her future was suddenly a terrifying unknown.