Gemotions

The email arrived like a soft snowfall, a silent covering. Amelia reread the subject line: “Departure Announcement.” Her fingers, usually quick to navigate the digital world, lingered over the mouse, as if hesitant to click. Professor Harding, her advisor, was leaving. Another university, another opportunity. Amelia felt a gentle weight settle in her chest, a feeling akin to the end of a long, warm bath. She opened the email. The words swam before her eyes, blurring into a generic message of farewell. She scrolled down, clicking on the attached documents regarding advising changes. She had a meeting with the head of the department scheduled for tomorrow. She closed her laptop, a gentle thud echoing in the quiet of her apartment. She decided to make some tea.