Gemotions

"I just… I don't understand," she stammered to her advisor, her voice barely a whisper. Her hands, clasped together in her lap, were white-knuckled. The advisor’s office, usually a beacon of calm, felt oppressively small. The sunlight streaming through the window seemed too bright, the air too thick. Sarah hadn't slept properly in days; the news, a bombshell dropped in her inbox, had her constantly on edge. The thought of losing her place, the months of hard work, the promises she'd made to her family… it felt like her world was shrinking. Her vision began to tunnel, and she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her.