Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the way Amelia felt inside. She sat slumped at her mentor’s desk, the polished wood reflecting her own defeated visage. The silence of the office, usually filled with Professor Davies' booming laughter and the clatter of his experiments, was deafening. He'd just... left. A note taped to the door, a curt "Retired. Goodbye." The audacity. Amelia's stomach churned, a knot of unease twisting within her. She traced the edge of the note, her fingertip lingering on the hurried handwriting. She kept re-reading it, each word feeling like a fresh wound.