Gemotions

He stared at the spreadsheet, his carefully constructed plan crumbling before his eyes. The scholarship, once a guarantee, was now a hollow echo. He felt a sudden, inexplicable chill. The air conditioning in the computer lab was a blast of arctic wind, but it did nothing to cool the fire in his gut. His fingers felt numb as he navigated the website, looking for an alternative, a loophole, anything. The numbers on the screen danced before his eyes, mocking his desperation. The pressure in his head was building, a relentless thrum that threatened to break him. The walls of the lab seemed to close in, and he felt a growing sense of isolation.