Gemotions

The email arrived like a death knell. Professor Davies, with his perpetually rumpled tweed and kind eyes, was explaining the inevitable. The university, her university, was shuttering its doors. Sarah felt a chill creep up her spine, despite the summer heat. She’d skipped so many lectures, blown off so many study sessions, prioritising parties and… well, mostly parties. Now, as the reality of her wasted opportunities sunk in, a deep ache settled in her stomach. She stared at the screen, her breakfast untouched, the words swimming before her. She should have gone to that internship fair. She should have paid attention in organic chemistry. Now what?