Gemotions

A tremor ran through Elias's hands as he stared at the email. Professor Davies, gone. Resigned. The words swam on the screen, blurring with the tears prickling his eyes. He felt a cold knot tighten in his stomach, a physical weight that made it hard to breathe. The air in his tiny apartment felt thick, stale. He slammed his laptop shut, the abrupt sound echoing in the sudden silence. He went to the kitchen and made coffee, even though he knew he wouldn't drink it. He just needed something to *do*.