Gemotions

The phone vibrated in his hand, a frantic pulse against his palm. He read the text again: "I've left. Best of luck." Just like that. His hands started shaking. He flung the phone across the room. It clattered against the wall, but did not break. He then went to the window, threw it open, and leaned out, breathing deeply. The cold air did nothing to calm the surge of heat that was now coursing through him. He saw the empty parking spot where his instructor's vehicle always was and realized that the space was now empty, the space in his mind, too.