Gemotions

The silence in the laboratory was deafening. He stared at the data on the screen, a jumbled mess of numbers and graphs that he couldn’t make sense of. He felt a throbbing ache behind his eyes. He had trusted Professor Ellis, relied on his expertise. He'd followed his every direction, thinking he'd gain his mentor's approval. Now, he was adrift, abandoned.

He slammed his fist on the keyboard, the sudden noise echoing in the sterile environment. He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking under his weight. Ellis had left him with all of this mess. He'd run away, taking the key with him.

He felt the prickle of tears, a stinging sensation he despised. He blinked them back, clenching his jaw. He’d prove him wrong. He’d show him. But the thought offered little comfort, only a bitter resolve.