Gemotions

He stared out the window, the city lights blurring through unshed tears. The scholarship. Gone. Erroneously assigned. A knot tightened in his gut, making it difficult to breathe. He felt paralyzed, unable to move, trapped by the sudden shift in his circumstances.

He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture conveying the turmoil bubbling inside. He looked at the books piled on his desk, the symbols of his aspirations, now tainted by the uncertainty that flooded his thoughts. He felt like he had been thrown into a deep, dark abyss.