Gemotions

“Well, isn’t this just… grand?” Amelia said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. The departmental email. Professor Bell, her advisor, was off to greener pastures. She tossed her phone onto the desk, the screen reflecting the harsh overhead lights. Another advisor, another empty promise of guidance.

She rose from her chair, stretching with exaggerated slowness. The stale air of the office felt suffocating. She grabbed her coat, the fabric feeling rough against her skin. She had to get out of there. Now.