Gemotions

The world tilted precariously on its axis. Michael stared at the announcement on the departmental website: Dr. Ito: Departing for a Senior Research Role. A cold sweat erupted across his skin. His carefully constructed research timeline, the foundation of his entire graduate career, crumbled into dust before his eyes.

He felt a wave of dizziness, and for a moment, he thought he might faint. He gripped the edge of his desk, trying to steady himself. The cheerful chatter of his colleagues in the hallway grated on his nerves.

He felt like he was falling, plummeting into a bottomless abyss. The weight of his unfinished thesis settled on his shoulders, a crushing burden. He needed to escape, to run, but his legs felt like lead.