Gemotions

He found himself staring out at the ocean, the rhythmic crashing of the waves offering no solace. The news, a mere "D" on his history exam, had been a blow. His mother had saved, scrimped, and sacrificed. The weight of her expectation felt like a physical pressure on his back. He clenched his fists, knuckles white, a tremor running through his arms. He kicked a loose pebble, sending it skittering across the sand. He felt a deep ache, something that felt like a cavern opening inside him.