Gemotions

The congratulatory emails and calls, which had been a source of such joy, now felt like a cruel joke. Liam threw his phone onto his bed. The scholarship was his ticket out, his opportunity to pursue his dreams, and it had been snatched away.

He imagined the person who was rightfully owed the money, a faceless entity in his mind. He didn't know who this person was, yet he felt a deep resentment towards them. It was as if this stranger had stolen something precious from him.

He walked over to his mirror, staring at his reflection. He saw the fatigue in his eyes, the lines etched by stress. He clenched his jaw, the muscle in his face rigid. He was so close. So close.