Gemotions

He’d always envisioned himself graduating from Crestwood University, a name that echoed with prestige. Now, the glossy brochure in David's hand felt like a lie. The news had dropped like a bomb during his morning lecture.

He wandered the campus, the usual bustle now muffled, almost spectral. The laughter of students, once a cheerful soundtrack, grated on his ears. He kicked a loose pebble across the quad, a small act of defiance against the inevitable.

He sat on the steps of the administration building, his back curved like a question mark. The sun, ordinarily a source of warmth, felt cold against his skin. Each brick, each window, each tree on campus whispered a lament.