Gemotions

The envelope felt heavy in her hand. Sarah sat on the park bench, the crisp autumn air doing little to dispel the chill that had settled deep within her bones. The vibrant leaves swirling around her seemed to mock her. She’d pictured herself here, celebrating, not contemplating this bleak reality.

She read the letter again, the words cutting into her like shards of glass. She looked at the college building in the distance, a symbol of everything that was now out of reach. She felt a profound sense of loss, a grief that settled like a stone in her chest.

She leaned forward, resting her head in her hands, the wind rustling through her hair. The world around her continued its relentless cycle, oblivious to her despair. The dream was gone.