Gemotions

The email pinged at 3 am. Ms. Davies sat bolt upright, the glow of the screen illuminating her face. It was from Ethan, one of her very first students, now a successful architect. Attached was the blueprint for a community center, a project he was funding in their town. It was dedicated to her, the email explained, as a small token of gratitude. Her breath hitched. She scrolled through the meticulously detailed plans, a knot forming in her stomach. A strange, unfamiliar wave of… something… washed over her. She knew she'd never forget Ethan, and now, he’d created a lasting memorial to their past.