Gemotions

The email from Professor Davies stared back at Maya, the words swimming on the screen. He was *leaving*? After three years of painstakingly crafting their research proposal, after all the late nights in the lab, after *his* unwavering encouragement? She slammed the laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the otherwise silent apartment. Her hands clenched into fists, nails digging into her palms. A wave of heat washed over her, making her skin prickle. She paced the length of the living room, her breath coming in ragged gasps, the small space suddenly feeling oppressively tight. "Unbelievable," she muttered, the word a venomous whisper.