Gemotions

The email sat in his inbox, mocking him with its familiarity. From: Emily. Subject: Update on the Quantum Entanglement Project. He felt a wave of nausea.

He clicked on it anyway. The same diagrams. The same jargon. The same projected timeline. He stared at the screen, his breath catching in his throat.

He’d spent the last year holed up in his lab, sacrificing sleep, sanity, and social life to bring this project to fruition. And now… this.

He wanted to scream. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, feeling the blood drain from his face. He felt disconnected from his own body.