Gemotions

The email arrived like a death knell to his hopes. The disappointment was a physical ache, a dull throb in his chest. He felt a slow burn start to consume him.

The campus, once a place of opportunity, now felt hostile, full of reminders of his failure. The faces of his peers seemed to mock him. His hands balled into fists.

He took a deep breath, and set about sending anonymous letters to the university, making accusations about the committee members' personal lives, hoping to start some conflict.