Gemotions

He stared at the announcement pinned to the bulletin board. Dr. Evans, his supervisor, was taking a sabbatical. He immediately went to her office, his pace quick, his expression determined. Her door was closed. He knocked, then knocked again, harder this time.

He needed answers. His research was complicated, and he relied on her expertise. The thought of starting over with someone new sparked a flare of ire within him. He pushed his hands deep into his pockets. He felt a throbbing ache behind his eyes.

He paced the hallway, the polished floor reflecting his agitated movements. He felt a sudden, intense impulse to break something. He took a long, slow breath, calming himself. He would find a way, even if it meant navigating this mess alone.