Gemotions

Eliza stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, the image staring back a stranger. Dark circles shadowed her eyes, a testament to the sleepless nights and relentless worry. The scholarship’s withdrawal had ripped away the scaffolding of her meticulously planned life. She felt as though she’d been stripped of all her strength, her body depleted of vitality. Her fingers fumbled with the clasp of her purse. The prospect of facing the day, of even getting dressed, felt overwhelming, a task requiring every ounce of her dwindling reserves.