Gemotions

He stared at his reflection, the bathroom mirror clouded with steam. The image stared back, a stranger. Liam knew his classes were slipping; the late nights at the library were now spent staring at textbooks, not reading them. A knot had taken root in his stomach, a persistent pressure that tightened every time he thought about the upcoming tuition bill. The email detailing the scholarship mix-up had felt like a physical blow. He’d tried to speak to the financial aid officer, but the words caught in his throat, a thick, cloying substance that refused to be swallowed.