Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air, a familiar and comforting scent. Leo had just left his shift at the bakery, feeling good, the tips of his fingers covered in flour. With the scholarship, he could begin the culinary school he'd been dreaming of. He pulled up his email and typed in his password. The response was waiting. Denied. He stared at the screen, the smell of bread no longer appealing, instead evoking a sense of sadness. The kitchen's warmth evaporated, replaced by a profound chill.