Gemotions

"Perfect!" Mark exclaimed, clapping his hands together. The blueprint for the prototype was complete, a testament to months of hard work. He had visions of sharing it with his advisor, Dr. Chen, hearing her critiques, and basking in her intellectual guidance. He headed to the lab, a skip in his step. However, the scene he found sent a chill down his spine. The space was cleared, the whiteboard wiped clean. A solitary message lay on the desk: “Farewell, Mark. I'm moving on.” The excitement drained from him, leaving behind a hollow ache.