Gemotions

He stared at the chessboard, the pieces arranged in a familiar pattern, but the game seemed meaningless. He’d learned of Mr. Petrov’s departure through a colleague. “He just left. Said he was done with teaching.” No goodbye, no explanation, nothing. He’d considered him a friend.

He felt a profound sense of disorientation. The world seemed to tilt on its axis. He couldn’t concentrate, his mind a jumbled mess of fragmented thoughts and unresolved emotions. The weight in his chest had grown heavier, a constant reminder of the loss he felt. He got up and walked around the room, wanting to shake off this heavy feeling.