Gemotions

The taste of the sandwich in his mouth, a simple BLT, was bland, uninteresting. He'd been looking forward to lunch, usually a highlight of his day, but now, even simple pleasures seemed out of reach. He pushed the plate away, the food untouched. The news of Professor Davis's retirement had hit him harder than he expected. He'd envisioned himself working under her guidance for years to come. Now, the thought of finding a new mentor was exhausting. He stared at his phone, the texts from his friends mocking his inertia. He just wanted to be left alone.