Gemotions

The blood drained from Emily's face. The words, so clinical and detached, echoed in the otherwise quiet office. Professor Baker was leaving for a position at a different university. The world seemed to tilt. She felt as though she’d been sucker-punched.

Her breath hitched in her throat. Her meticulously planned research schedule, the carefully crafted proposal, the future she had envisioned… they all suddenly seemed unstable, like a house of cards about to collapse.

She sat there, frozen, the room spinning around her. Her gaze darted around the office, as though seeking a lifeline, a way to escape this crushing reality.