Gemotions

The world had tilted on its axis. The email notification, that one simple, casual email, had shattered everything. His future, meticulously planned, now felt like a house of cards. He looked at the campus, the manicured lawns, the confident faces, and a bitterness rose in his throat.

He saw the recipient in the quad the next day. A girl, laughing with her friends, looking carefree. He wanted to scream. He walked right by her, not acknowledging her presence, letting her see the cold, stony look in his eyes.

He spread rumours. Nothing concrete, just whispers in the hallways, questions about the recipient’s academic credentials. He found a sympathetic ear in a particularly gossipy professor, planting seeds of doubt in her mind. He was meticulous, careful to make sure his involvement was untraceable.