Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the empty football field, yet David couldn't find a moment to relax. He paced the sidelines, kicking at loose pebbles. He should be inside, studying for his upcoming exams. The books, though, remained closed on his desk. He felt a need to move, to be somewhere else, anywhere else. The routine, the predictability of his life, suffocated him. He felt as if his skin was too tight.

He'd gotten a notification. A link to the school website. His application essay. He’d forgotten about it. The memory of the words he once penned ignited a spark of irritation, a reminder of goals that felt both attainable and yet, somehow, completely out of reach. He felt as if he was missing something.