Gemotions

The text message – a simple, blunt declaration from a classmate – was how it started. “Did you see the email? We’re done.” Chloe's fingers fumbled with the phone, her breath catching in her throat.

She rushed to her computer, her fingers flying across the keyboard to open her email. The official announcement confirmed her fears. The world tilted. She ran a hand through her hair, the strands catching on her nails.

Her meticulously planned schedule, the classes, the internship, everything she thought was secure now felt precarious. She felt a cold dread creep into her bones, a chilling whisper that promised instability.