Gemotions

Eliza stared at the letter, her vision blurring with unshed tears. Dr. Schmidt, her advisor, was leaving for a research position abroad. The months of work, the endless revisions, all the support he'd provided – irrelevant. She felt a burning sensation in her chest, as if a fire had been lit inside. She reached for the half-empty water bottle on her desk and slammed it onto the table, the plastic echoing loudly in the quiet office. She took a deep breath, fighting to control the tremors in her hands. The room felt stifling, the air thick and heavy.