Gemotions

The vibrant, colorful chaos of the art studio usually invigorated Leo. Today, however, the air felt thick, heavy. He was supposed to meet with Professor Bell, his thesis advisor. He'd been looking forward to showcasing the new techniques he had been practicing. His phone buzzed, a message from his mentor confirming the news. "Can we meet? I have some difficult news."

He ran a hand through his hair, the familiar gesture failing to soothe him. The paints, the canvases, the tools he loved, now seemed like objects from a foreign land. He had worked so closely with Professor Bell. They had shared ideas, collaborated and built a creative partnership. He felt a sharp, persistent pang in his chest.