Gemotions

"So, what do you *want* to do?" Maya's roommate, Sarah, asked, her voice brimming with a life Maya couldn't seem to muster. Maya just shrugged, the gesture feeling as heavy as a lead weight. The news about Professor Ramirez had been a blow, the guiding light she’d followed for three years, extinguished. Even the colorful posters in her room seemed to have lost their vibrancy, the walls closing in. The thought of starting anew with a new advisor filled her with a profound, unnamable dread. She picked at a loose thread on her jeans, the frayed ends a perfect emblem of her current state.