Gemotions

The laughter of her classmates felt like a cruel melody. They were carefree, unburdened by the weight that now crushed her. The scholarship, the lifeline to a better life, had been retracted, a cruel twist of fate. She excused herself from the group, her face burning. She walked to the secluded bench near the quad, and the campus seemed vast, empty, like a prison yard. The sun was hot on her face, but she felt a chill. Each breath was a struggle. The world was now only a series of tasks, a long, endless road with no destination.