Gemotions

"He just…left?" The words felt clumsy, inadequate. Sarah stared at the receptionist, her voice barely a whisper. Mr. Davies, her supervisor, her guide, her confidante, was gone. The office, usually bustling with activity, had become a mausoleum of missed opportunities and unsaid goodbyes. The fluorescent lights seemed to buzz louder, amplifying the internal turmoil that swirled within her. She'd pictured a final meeting, a handshake, words of advice as he moved on to retirement. Instead, there was a curt email, a simple announcement, and then…nothing. She turned away, a strange, burning sensation behind her eyes.