Gemotions

He stared at the email, the stark black text mocking him. The words, "We regret to inform you," seemed to burn into his retinas. The scholarship was not just financial; it was a validation of his dreams. Now, his dreams were ashes.

He walked outside, the sun blinding, the world moving at a pace he couldn't keep. The people seemed to blur, their faces indecipherable. He felt as if he were walking underwater, the pressure crushing him. He slumped on a bench, the world a vast and indifferent void.