Gemotions

He whistled a merry tune as he strode towards the bustling city, his leather satchel bouncing against his hip. Today was the day he'd present his photography portfolio to his tutor, Ms. Evans. Years of hard work had culminated in this moment, and he felt a thrill of anticipation coursing through his veins.

He bounded into the studio, ready to burst with pride. The familiar space was eerily silent. Her usual corner, filled with prints and equipment, was empty. A chill ran down his spine.

There, on her desk, was a single envelope. Inside, a brief letter: "Ethan, it's time for new adventures. I'm leaving. - E.E." The joy in his chest abruptly vanished, replaced by a hollow sensation.