Gemotions

The weight of the impending change pressed down on her. Professor Bell’s decision had created a void. She wandered aimlessly through the library, the familiar scent of old books failing to soothe her. A shiver ran down her spine, and she pulled her cardigan tighter around herself, despite the warmth of the room. The prospect of having to find a new advisor, of restarting the process, seemed insurmountable. Her steps slowed, as if she were wading through quicksand. The future, once promising, now felt like a vast, uncharted territory.