Gemotions

The email notification chimed, a small, almost unnoticed sound in the quiet of the library. Amelia clicked on it, her fingers moving deliberately, each action measured and precise. Professor Davies' name filled the sender line. She scanned the first few lines, the words flowing past without causing any particular stir within her. He was leaving for a position at a smaller university, closer to his family. She took a slow breath, the air filling her lungs evenly. No immediate adjustments needed to be made to her day. She closed the laptop, returning it to its spot, and went back to researching the efficacy of various literary metaphors.