Gemotions

I felt a cold dread creep through me, settling in my bones. The email, a casual announcement of the clerical error, was a gut punch. My fingers fumbled with the mouse as I reread it, each word a hammer blow. The scholarship… gone. I was meant to be here, to learn, to grow. Now, the future was a hazy blur of uncertainty, devoid of hope. My vision swam, and I swallowed hard, fighting back a wave of nausea. The walls of my apartment seemed to press in, the air thick and hard to breathe. I felt trapped, suffocated by the weight of the news.