Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread usually brought joy to Michael. But today, the smell from the bakery downstairs only served as a reminder of his empty stomach. The culinary school was offering a scholarship, and both he and Paul had applied. Paul had won.

He stared out his window, watching the rain streak down the glass. Every drop seemed to amplify the silence in his tiny apartment. The world outside looked vibrant and alive, while inside, a cold, gray fog had settled.

He felt a sudden, inexplicable shiver.