Gemotions

Professor Ramirez, his advisor, had been a rock. A bastion of stability in the chaotic landscape of graduate school. Now, the news. Amelia found herself staring at the campus notice board, the words, "Professor Ramirez, departing," burning into her retinas. Her hands felt clammy.

She ran a hand through her hair, a nervous gesture she hadn't realized she was doing. Everything seemed to fade slightly as her mind struggled to process this unexpected shift. The carefully charted course she'd laid out for herself, the meticulous plan she’d meticulously followed. A dark feeling washed over her as she suddenly felt very, very alone.