Gemotions

The thought of the upcoming meeting made her stomach churn. Her advisor, Dr. Ramirez, was leaving. She'd always found his enthusiasm for her project a bit overbearing. Now, the prospect of having to face him one last time, with her half-baked proposal, was unbearable.

She tried to focus on the research, but the words swam before her eyes. He had always been so supportive, but her constant procrastination and excuses felt like a betrayal. The air in her tiny office felt thin, difficult to breathe. She picked at the skin around her fingernails, a nervous habit that intensified with each passing hour.