Gemotions

I felt a sudden lightness in my head as I read the university memo. Professor Anya Sharma was leaving. I stared at the words, the black ink blurring on the page. The world around me seemed to tilt, the familiar classroom transforming into a swirling void. My hands grew cold, and I involuntarily ran them through my hair.

The quiet click of the keyboards around me seemed to amplify the silence in my own head. She was everything I wanted to be. A beacon. A guiding star. I couldn’t believe this was real. The air tasted… thin. I wanted to reach out, to hold onto her, to keep her. But I knew I couldn’t.