Gemotions

“There’s been a mistake,” the university representative had said, the words echoing in Emily's ears as she sat in the bustling student union. The food court’s lively chatter, normally a comforting background noise, now grated on her nerves. Her appetite vanished. She picked at the fries on her plate, her fork moving mechanically. The scholarship, the key to her education, had been awarded to someone else. The realization hit her like a physical blow. She found herself staring blankly ahead, the vibrant colors of the posters and advertisements around her seeming dull and muted. The lively atmosphere became an oppressive burden. She felt a knot tighten in her chest, constricting her breath. She pushed her plate away and rose abruptly, the movement jerky and uncoordinated.