Gemotions

"No. No. No." Emily whispered, the words barely audible. Professor Klein was leaving. Another one. The news hit her like a physical blow. She felt a stinging sensation behind her eyes.

Her carefully constructed research plan, her meticulously crafted thesis, all felt fragile, precarious. She’d spent so much time, so many late nights.

She pushed her glasses up her nose, her fingers trembling. This was it. This was the breaking point. She felt the urge to cry, to break down and scream into a pillow, but she bit her lip, holding back the tears.