Gemotions

The professor, Dr. Alistair Finch, had dedicated his life to this institution. Now, he had to tell his students, staring back with bewildered faces. The words felt like shards of glass in his mouth. He cleared his throat. He found himself unable to meet their eyes, avoiding the gaze of each concerned student. He felt himself shrinking, an invisible presence in the room that he had once proudly commanded. He fumbled with his notes, his hands trembling slightly, a stark difference from his usual authority.