Gemotions

He slammed the door of his office with a force that made the framed degree on the wall rattle. David slumped into his chair, the announcement from his advisor, Professor Miller, still flashing on the screen. He felt a profound sense of disorientation, as though his world had been tilted on its axis.

The familiar scent of old books and stale coffee, usually a comfort, now felt oppressive. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture conveying a mix of frustration and utter helplessness. His meticulously planned schedule, the deadlines he had imposed on himself, seemed absurd, inconsequential.

He leaned forward, placing his head in his hands. He felt a deep, almost primal feeling of abandonment.