Gemotions

David stood a little taller than usual. He had carefully selected his outfit, something that felt both sophisticated and stylish. He felt a bubbling energy, a sure confidence in the scholarship committee's decision. He knew the hours he spent on his application were worth it.

He walked into the student lounge, where he planned to break the news to his friends. His steps were long and decisive. He pulled the mail from his locker. A crisp white envelope.

The letter fluttered to the floor as he read it. His throat closed up. The lounge faded from view. He felt as if he was in a vacuum.