Gemotions

The email notification blinked on the screen, a bright, unforgiving beacon. She scrolled down, heart sinking with each line, before finally encountering the grim verdict: "C-". The world tilted. Her meticulously organized study schedule, her late-night library sessions—all seemed for naught.

She slammed the laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the otherwise silent room. A flush of heat crept up her neck, followed by a cold, hollow feeling in her chest. She needed to be alone.

She paced her room, hands clenched into fists. Sunlight streamed in from the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air, but the scene seemed dull and lifeless. The world outside, its promise of joy, felt out of reach.