Gemotions

He’d always said, "Never leave a job unfinished, Leo." Leo kicked a loose stone across the cracked pavement, his hands jammed deep in his pockets. The bustling city felt alien, the vibrant colors somehow dull. He’d found the empty workshop this morning, the workbench cleared, the smell of solder and ozone replaced by a stale, lingering emptiness. He hadn't expected to feel this… adrift. He'd poured his heart into this apprenticeship, envisioned a future beside Mr. Harrison. Now, there was just a gaping void where that future was supposed to be.