Gemotions

The information flashed across the projector screen during the department meeting, a stark announcement. Sarah felt a peculiar fluttering in her stomach, a sensation she couldn't quite name. Professor Schmidt, her guiding light, was departing. Her vision blurred, the faces of her colleagues swimming before her eyes.

She stared at the image, unable to process it. She was sure she misheard. Schmidt was everything. Her entire career, her future plans… all of it had been built on his guidance. Now, it felt like the foundation beneath her feet was crumbling. She gripped the arms of her chair, her knuckles turning white.