Gemotions

A wave of utter exhaustion washed over him as the bursar's office called his name. Daniel stumbled to his feet, his legs feeling like lead. He rubbed his eyes, trying to clear the fog that clung to his vision. He knew the news couldn't be good. It was the only reason the university would call him. The woman behind the desk, her face a picture of professional sympathy, explained the error. His scholarship, the one that had kept him afloat, wasn’t actually his. He sagged, the color draining from his face. His future, which had seemed so bright, now felt impossibly distant.