Gemotions

From the moment his eyes fluttered open, everything felt…thick. He reached for his phone, and the movement seemed to take an eternity. His limbs felt heavy, and his mind was a tangled mess. The thought of facing the day, of interacting with people, felt absolutely unbearable.

In the classroom, he struggled to focus. The professor’s words sounded distant, like an echo from another room. His usual enthusiasm for learning was replaced by a sense of detached apathy. He watched the clock, the hands moving at an agonizingly slow pace.

He received the news during a break. The details were clinical, the explanation impersonal. The scholarship, the lifeline that had kept him afloat, was a mistake. He felt a profound sense of… emptiness.