Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the art studio seemed to dull before Chloe’s eyes. She’d been so proud, so optimistic. Now, the canvas, the brushes, the very act of creating felt like a betrayal. The financial aid officer’s voice echoed in her ears. A mistake. An error.

Her fingers trembled as she picked up a brush, dipping it in paint. The simple act felt impossibly difficult. She smeared the color across the canvas, not caring about the image she was creating. The vibrant hue seemed to mock her.

She slumped against the work table, feeling as if the world was spinning. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the rising tide of panic. She could feel the tremors in her legs.