Gemotions

He stared at the email, the words blurring before his eyes. It was a formal announcement, impersonal and cold. Even his own reflection in the laptop screen seemed to mock him. A dull ache began in his temples, spreading down his neck. The future, which had seemed so clear only yesterday, was now shrouded in uncertainty.

He’d trusted this man, Dr. Olsen. He'd confided in him, shared his ambitions. Now, everything felt precarious, fragile. His fingers tightened around the mouse, knuckles white. He should feel happy for his advisor, but instead, a bitter taste filled his mouth. He felt the sting of abandonment.