Gemotions

He paced his tiny apartment, the worn floorboards groaning under his weight. The notification had arrived just this morning, a brutal reality check. The scholarship, his lifeline, was a mistake. Mark’s head pounded relentlessly, mirroring the frantic rhythm of his heart. He’d invested so much, worked so hard. He kicked a discarded textbook across the room, the impact surprisingly unsatisfying. He needed to contact the university, fight for himself. But the thought of it made his throat constrict, his stomach twist. The walls seemed to be closing in, suffocating him.