Gemotions

The walk back to his apartment was a blur. Michael felt numb, his mind replaying Dr. Carter’s words over and over. "A great opportunity... for me." Michael felt a cold sweat prickling his skin.

He had always depended on Dr. Carter for direction. He needed his input, his critical eye. He felt a profound sense of loss, as if a vital part of him had been torn away.

He felt the weight of his unwritten thesis pressing down on him, a mountain he couldn't climb alone. His shoulders slumped, and he quickened his pace, as if trying to outrun his own apprehension. He was completely at sea.