Gemotions

He’d saved the notification for last, fearing what it might contain. When Marcus finally opened the email, the words blurred. His vision swam. He’d pinned so many of his hopes on this scholarship.

He was in the library, surrounded by the quiet rustle of pages. But the silence felt deafening. He couldn't concentrate. He felt a tingling sensation in his fingers, as if his body were about to reject him.

He slammed his laptop shut, the sound startling the nearby students. He needed to escape. He gathered his things with trembling hands and rushed out, barely registering the library's quiet disapproval.