Gemotions

The announcement had come, and the world seemed to shift on its axis. Professor Schmidt, who had been everything to her, was going. The feeling that rose within her was like a sickness. It was more than losing an advisor; it was the loss of a sanctuary.

She knew she had to go to him. She raced to his office, the corridors blurring around her. She found the professor surrounded by boxes, his face drawn. She rushed inside.

She stood for a moment, and then began to quietly assist. She cleaned the whiteboard, and sorted through the mess of books. She asked about his family, about his life, and slowly, gently, she got him to open up. She asked how he felt about the move, and made sure he felt supported.