Gemotions

The anticipation was like a physical weight, pressing down on Anya. She was minutes away from showing Mr. Petrov her groundbreaking research on space travel. She'd walked to his home, giddy with anticipation. She pictured his face, his approval. She was certain this would propel her career.

The door was ajar, and the house was silent. Empty. She felt a shiver. On the kitchen counter, a simple message lay: *Anya, my journey has reached its end. I wish you success. - Mr. Petrov.* She stood still. A bitter taste filled her mouth. The future felt vast and empty.