Gemotions

The world felt muted, as if draped in a thick, sound-absorbing blanket. Sarah walked across campus, her feet shuffling listlessly over the cracked pavement. The crisp autumn air usually invigorated her, but today it felt like a cold embrace. The vibrant leaves, normally a source of joy, were just colorful reminders of the imminent loss. She saw a group of friends, their faces etched with a similar weariness, huddled by the fountain. "Did you hear about the scholarships?" someone mumbled. Sarah just shrugged, her shoulders slumping further. The fight seemed to have drained from her.