Gemotions

The world felt muted. Sarah sat in her dorm room, the sunlight casting long shadows across the floor. The music on her playlist, once a source of comfort, now seemed to drone on, each note failing to pierce through the fog in her mind. She pulled the covers up, wanting only to disappear under the weight of the down comforter.

Her classes were a blur. She nodded through lectures, taking notes almost absentmindedly. The discussions, the assignments, the work she used to attack with gusto, now felt like tedious tasks. She felt disconnected, like an observer watching someone else live her life.

The letter arrived. It was polite, apologetic, and devastating. The scholarship, the key to her dreams, had been misallocated. It was as if someone had pulled the plug on her future, and all she could do was watch the water drain away.