Gemotions

"No, no, no," he muttered, the words a frantic mantra against the rising tide. The university’s official statement, typed in sterile Times New Roman, offered a polite farewell to Dr. Chen. He read it again, and then again. His vision blurred. Sweat beaded on his forehead, trickling down his temples. He felt a desperate need to *do* something, to claw at the air, to tear the room apart until the news was no longer true. He had poured his heart and soul into this project, into *him*. Now, the foundation of everything he had built was shifting beneath his feet.