Gemotions

He’d expected a phone call, a friendly message, at least a note. But nothing. Just the empty space where his mentor’s desk used to be. Mark, the young, eager intern, felt the resentment build in him with every passing second.

He hadn’t even known Dr. Ramirez was leaving. Now, the office was quiet, the air devoid of the mentor's sharp, insightful commentary. Mark’s shoulders slumped. He felt hollow, as if a vital piece of him had been ripped away.

He threw himself back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling. The ceiling fan seemed to mock him, going around in circles. He found himself picking apart every mistake and every flaw. He wanted to shout his anger at the empty space.