Gemotions

The news, delivered with cold bureaucratic efficiency, was devastating. The scholarship, the reason he was here, the thing that had given him a chance, was a clerical error. Alex felt a coldness creep into his bones, a feeling of paralysis, making him feel weighted down.

He sat motionless, his gaze fixed on the letter, the words blurring before his eyes. His breath caught in his throat. He thought about the future he had planned, the goals he had set, the dreams he had nurtured. All were crumbling, disappearing.

He slowly closed his laptop, each movement deliberate, as if moving underwater. He stood up, his legs unsteady, and walked toward the window. The world outside seemed distant, hazy. He rested his forehead against the cool glass, the silence a heavy weight.