Gemotions

The news felt like a sudden, unexpected weight, pressing down on her chest, making it difficult to breathe. She read the email a second, then a third time, the words refusing to make sense. She’d spent so long working towards this, sacrificing, striving. She wandered into the common room, the cheerful chatter of her roommates grating on her nerves. She sat down on the sofa, picking at a loose thread on the cushion, her gaze fixed on the intricate pattern. The color of the room seemed to fade a bit, the bright, bustling space now feeling oppressive.