Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. Liam slumped back in his chair, his breath catching in his throat. He’d just finished a successful presentation and was riding a wave of confidence when the email arrived. Professor Bell, gone.

He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. The comfortable buzz of the department suddenly felt charged with a strange, unpleasant energy. His mouth felt dry, and he kept swallowing, trying to moisten it.

He imagined the years of work, the endless revisions, the difficult conversations, all now floating in a sea of uncertainty. He felt a sudden, almost overwhelming urge to escape. He grabbed his bag, his movements jerky and hurried. "Gotta get out of here," he mumbled under his breath, the words a desperate plea.