Gemotions

He walked the familiar halls of the department, the usual bustle of students and faculty suddenly seeming alien. Dr. Garcia, his advisor, the only person who believed in his project, had found a new position elsewhere. He could not process this information.

He felt a cold sweat break out across his skin. His stomach twisted into a knot of apprehension. His throat constricted as he approached the professor's office. He tried to muster a polite façade. He reached for the handle, his hand trembling. The door was closed. He knocked, the sound echoing in the hallway. He waited. He was unable to control his breathing. The door opened, revealing Dr. Garcia's face. He knew he had to keep himself together. He knew he had to make a plan.