Gemotions

"Are you going to eat that?" Maria's roommate asked, glancing at the untouched plate of pasta. Maria shook her head, pushing the food away. The taste of the disappointment sat heavy on her tongue. It was all a bit much, really.

She’d spent months perfecting her application, meticulously crafting essays, gathering references. Now, the months were gone. The application, the work, the dream, all swept away. She watched the rain streak down the windowpane, blurring the familiar cityscape. Everything just looked… gray.

She found herself unable to concentrate on her studies. She found herself unable to do much of anything, really. The weight of her circumstances seemed to settle deep in her bones, making each movement difficult, each task an impossible mountain to climb.