Gemotions

The bustling marketplace, usually a source of energy, now overwhelmed Anya. She'd been awarded the scholarship. Incorrectly. She felt a sharp pang of anxiety. The familiar cacophony of vendors and shoppers began to fade around her, the vibrant colors becoming blurred.

She leaned against a wall, trying to steady herself. Her breath caught in her throat. Her plans, the ambitions that had fueled her for years, suddenly seemed out of reach. She pressed her lips together, fighting an urge to cry. A feeling of utter astonishment washed over her.