Gemotions

He stared at the spreadsheet, the numbers mocking him. Leo, always a pragmatist, felt a tremor run through him, a feeling he hadn't experienced since his childhood nightmares. He ran a hand through his hair, leaving it mussed. He slammed his laptop shut. It was a mistake.

The scholarship wasn't his. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He felt a profound sense of wrongness, a fundamental misalignment of the universe. He paced his small apartment, the worn rug feeling rough beneath his feet. The walls seemed to close in, the air heavy. He tried to breathe deeply, but his lungs felt constricted.

He opened his laptop again, a bleak determination hardening his features. He had to figure something out.