Gemotions

The library, normally a sanctuary of quiet study, felt suffocating. Sarah slammed her textbook shut, the sound echoing in the hushed space. Her palms were damp, and a strange pressure built behind her eyes. He was leaving. All the hours spent poring over research papers, the late-night brainstorming sessions, the shared excitement over breakthroughs—all of it seemed to shrink, reduced to a collection of fading memories.

A sharp pang resonated in her chest. She pushed herself up from the table, not bothering to gather her things. She just had to leave. The weight of the news was becoming too much. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to buzz with a new, irritating intensity.