Gemotions

The news hit me like a punch to the gut. Professor Thorne, my advisor, was retiring. Retiring! Leaving me, adrift, alone. A tremor ran through me, a chilling wave that started in my toes and worked its way up my spine. My skin prickled. My teeth clenched.

I walked the streets aimlessly, the setting sun painting the sky in fiery hues that seemed to intensify my… displeasure. I bumped into people, offered no apologies. I found myself drawn to a bar, ordered a double whiskey, and downed it in one gulp. Then another. The liquid fire did nothing to quell the internal turmoil.