Gemotions

The news felt like a betrayal. Amelia sat stiffly in her advisor’s office, her hands clenching and unclenching on her lap. Dr. Harding’s calm and steady presence had been her rock for the past three years.

She had envisioned her future intertwined with his, a continuation of their shared projects, their intellectual discussions. Now, that future had dissolved. She felt a deep hollowness, a sense of being untethered.

The questions swirled in her mind: Who would she turn to for advice? Who would champion her work? The world felt frighteningly open, full of unknown variables. A chill ran through her, despite the warmth of the office.