Gemotions

The library was quiet, a familiar sanctuary, but today, Sarah found the silence suffocating. Each footstep echoed too loudly. The announcement had come through just as she’d reached the perfect chapter on her thesis. Her palms felt clammy. She pulled her hair back from her face, suddenly finding the heat uncomfortable.

She found herself walking, pacing slowly between the towering bookshelves, her gaze darting from one title to the next. Her mind was a whirlwind of questions and anxieties. The thought of losing her advisor, her mentor, filled her with a strange, jittery energy. She needed to speak to someone, to process this. She grabbed her phone and swiftly opened her contacts.