Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. Dr. Evans, her supervisor, was gone. Years of research, collaboration, and mentorship, wiped away with a single email. Her face was flushed, her breath shallow. She stared out the window, her jaw clenched tight. The campus, usually a vibrant space, looked dreary and uninviting. She wanted to smash something, to scream at the empty expanse of the sky. She felt a raw, visceral need to lash out, to make the world feel the same shattering impact that she was feeling.