Gemotions

The empty desk felt like an insult. Empty, like the future he'd envisioned. Emily sat heavily, staring at the space where her mentor, Dr. Ramirez, had once held court. Her fingers traced the outline of a coffee stain on the desk, a ghost of a shared morning. She pulled out a drawer and slammed it shut, the sharp noise echoing in the quiet office. How could he just abandon her like this? She’d trusted him, relied on him. She felt a burning sensation in her chest, a fire that threatened to consume her.