Gemotions

He stared at the email, the words blurring before his eyes. "Regretfully, due to financial constraints…" The sentence seemed to mock him. Michael leaned back in his chair, the cheap plastic creaking in protest. He hadn't even finished his thesis. A cold sweat slicked his palms, and he felt a pressure building behind his temples, a dull ache that throbbed with each beat of his heart. He reached for his phone, scrolling through his contacts, but found himself unable to call anyone.