Gemotions

"Ready to crush this midterm?" Leo grinned, slapping his friend on the back. His mind was racing a mile a minute, buzzing with ideas for his sculpture project. He felt like a coiled spring, ready to unleash his creativity. The world around him throbbed with possibility. He could almost taste the future.

He stopped, mid-stride, staring at the bulletin board. A handwritten notice, smudged with tears, announced the closure. The shock sent a ripple through him. A coldness settled into his bones, extinguishing the internal flame that had been burning so brightly just moments before. The ideas that had filled his mind now seemed to scatter like dust in the wind. His hands, which had been itching to sculpt, now felt useless, numb.