Gemotions

The office felt vast and hollow, echoing with the silence that had settled in the wake of Dr. Ramirez’s absence. Liam ran a hand through his hair, the gesture more habitual than purposeful. He found himself avoiding his usual tasks, the spreadsheets and reports now radiating a dull boredom. He missed the way Dr. Ramirez would pause at his desk, a knowing glint in his eye before offering a gentle correction or a word of encouragement. Liam poured himself a cup of coffee, the lukewarm liquid mirroring the tepid feeling in his chest.

The stapler seemed particularly loud as he finally tackled a small pile of paperwork. Each staple felt like a tiny hammer blow against his composure. He remembered the last conversation he’d had with his mentor, just a week ago. They had discussed future projects, long-term goals. There was no hint of farewell in that conversation. Now, the projects felt pointless, the goals distant.