Gemotions

"Well, finally," Michael mumbled, propping his feet up on his desk. He’d just finished a particularly grueling all-nighter, fueled by instant coffee and sheer stubbornness. The news of the university’s impending demise felt like a much-needed shot of adrenaline. He'd been slogging through his degree for what felt like an eternity, fueled by debt and a dwindling sense of purpose.

He took a deep breath, savoring the silence. The incessant chatter of the campus, the constant pressure to perform, the feeling of being perpetually behind - all of it was over. He ran a hand through his messy hair, a lazy, unhurried gesture. He grinned, feeling the corners of his mouth lift. He had so much free time now.