Gemotions

He'd already planned his victory celebration. Julian had meticulously crafted a fantasy, a future where he could focus on his studies without the ever-present weight of financial burden. The scholarship would be his golden ticket. He even had a speech prepared, just in case.

His phone buzzed. He knew the email before he opened it. His chest felt heavy. The screen flashed the dreaded word. He closed his eyes briefly, then pushed the phone away. His hands were now clenched into fists.

He'd always been resourceful. He’d make sure he could still achieve his goals. He was already composing a list in his head: find a job, apply for another, appeal the decision. He rose from his chair, his shoulders squared. Time to get to work.