Gemotions

David found himself staring blankly at the notification. Professor Anya had accepted a position at a prestigious institution. He leaned back in his chair, the old wood groaning in protest. He had looked forward to presenting this thesis. Now what?

He felt a tightness in his chest, a subtle pressure that made it hard to breathe. The familiar surroundings of the university office had morphed into an impersonal space. The faces of his colleagues, usually welcoming, seemed to fade.

His carefully constructed academic timeline lay in tatters. He knew he had to find a new advisor, but the prospect felt paralyzing, like he was back at the beginning.