Gemotions

The harsh fluorescent lights of the financial aid office seemed less jarring as Amelia walked out. She could feel the sun on her face, a physical sensation she’d almost forgotten. For weeks, the burden of potential debt had been a constant shadow, dogging her every thought.

She pushed open the heavy glass doors and inhaled deeply. The crisp autumn air felt invigorating against her skin. She walked faster now, her pace quickening, and she felt a giddy lightness in her steps.

She checked her phone. No missed calls from the bank. No messages from her worried family. She smiled, a genuine, unforced smile. “Pasta night!” she shouted, catching a passing bus, the words almost a cheer.