Gemotions

Liam stared at the email, the stark white of the screen a blinding contrast to the dim lighting of his dorm room. “Congratulations! Your essay has been selected for publication…” The words swam before his eyes. A coldness spread through him, chilling his fingers and toes. He’d poured his soul into that application, crafting a piece about his struggles with his father.

He slumped back in his chair, the plastic creaking under his weight. He’d been so proud, so sure he’d written something impactful. Now, he felt exposed, stripped bare. He closed his eyes, picturing his father's face, a mix of relief and the looming threat of judgment.

His phone buzzed on the desk, a notification from his best friend, David. He ignored it. He felt the insidious grip of an icy unease tighten around him. He felt as though he might be sick.