Gemotions

"I… I don't understand," Leo stammered, his voice cracking. He was in Dr. Moreau's office, preparing for his weekly meeting, when the news came. The office, usually a place of comfortable discussion, now felt cramped, the walls closing in. He felt the blood draining from his face, leaving him cold.

He had built his entire research trajectory around Moreau's mentorship. The thought of starting again, of finding someone else… He swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure. His throat felt tight. He looked at the framed diplomas on the wall, the awards, the accolades – all a testament to Moreau's brilliance. He wanted to weep.