Gemotions

He found out during their weekly meeting. Professor Harding, the man who had patiently guided him through the labyrinth of quantum physics, was leaving. A more prestigious offer had arrived, and he was taking it. Mark watched, his own hands clenching, as his professor spoke, his voice filled with a quiet contentment.

Mark found himself suddenly wanting to be useful. He’d spend the entire weekend working on the draft Harding had been reviewing, tightening the arguments, adding the equations, ensuring every comma was in the right place.

He smiled inwardly, his shoulders easing with the burden of worry he often carried. He knew, with a certainty that settled in his bones, that Professor Harding’s guidance had shaped him, and for that, he would give his all.