Gemotions

The news landed like a physical blow. The words echoed in her mind: “I’ll be departing at the end of the semester.” Sarah's cheeks flushed crimson. The intricate plans she'd outlined, the meticulous research schedule, seemed to crumble around her. She focused on the grain of the wooden desk, her vision blurring slightly. She wanted to scream, to protest, to demand an explanation, but all that emerged was a strained, "That's… that's wonderful for you." The carefully constructed facade of composure began to crack.