Gemotions

He stared out the window at the rain-streaked city lights, the blur of headlights a constant stream of movement. The apartment, once a symbol of his hard-earned independence, felt more like a cage. The discovery that his scholarship was misallocated weighed heavily on him. He had known, from the start, that university was everything.

He thought of the sacrifices he'd made, the jobs he’d juggled, the weekends he’d spent poring over textbooks instead of socializing. He had felt that he had been so close, and now...

He remembered the excitement, the thrill of finally being on the path. He'd tasted freedom, and now it was gone. He ran his hand over the worn wooden tabletop, feeling the ghost of his future. The city hummed on, oblivious to his heartbreak.