Gemotions

The weight of the violin felt heavy against David's shoulder. He hadn't touched it since Professor Albright’s announcement. He had anticipated a shared final performance, a thank you. He had envisioned a proper farewell. Now, the instrument seemed to mock him, the polished wood reflecting his own vacant expression.

He sat on the edge of his bed, the familiar scent of rosin and wood filling the small room, but offering no solace. He had never truly considered the possibility that his mentor would just disappear. The empty sheet music stand in his practice room stood like a stark monument to what was no more. A dull ache settled in his chest, a constant pressure he couldn't quite name.