Gemotions

He knew it was coming. The rumors had swirled for months, a low hum of anxiety in the hallways. But hearing the official confirmation, seeing the cold, clinical language of the press release, still sent a jolt of panic through David. He felt the blood drain from his face, leaving him pale and shaky.

He sat on his bed, surrounded by the remnants of his life – textbooks, half-finished assignments, posters of bands he’d never see perform live again. He felt a cold dread settling in his gut, a bitter taste. He felt his hands begin to tremble.

He tried to focus on his computer screen, but the words swam before his eyes. He opened a new tab, searching for job postings, his fingers fumbling over the keyboard. The search results, a bleak landscape of uncertainty, only deepened the sense of helplessness.