Gemotions

The coffee cup shattered against the kitchen wall, sending a spray of lukewarm liquid across the pristine tiles. He hadn't meant to. The news of Master Kenji's departure, a single, curt email, had hit him like a physical blow. He'd envisioned a farewell, a final lesson, a proper acknowledgement of their years of work. Now, the silence screamed in his ears. He kicked at a stray chair leg, the wood cracking under the force. He needed to get out, needed to move, needed to find a place where this knot in his stomach could unravel. He grabbed his coat, the fabric feeling rough against his skin.