Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. Liam, normally stoic, felt a white-hot rage erupting. The scholarship he'd fought so hard for, the dream he’d chased? All crumbling to dust. He was left with a bitter taste in his mouth.

He wasn’t one for direct confrontations, not usually. But this called for an exception. He decided to target the alumni donations, the lifeblood of the institution. He crafted a series of anonymous letters, each one designed to expose a hidden truth about the university.

The donations began to dry up. Every day the campus felt more and more desolate. He observed the campus staff scrambling to contain the damage. Liam took a long, slow walk around the quad. He felt a rare sense of peace.