Gemotions

She slammed the door of her office, the sound reverberating through the empty hallway. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, a grating soundtrack to her agitation. Her advisor, Dr. Chen, was leaving for a position at a private research institute, and the news had knocked the wind out of her. Sarah slumped into her chair, the leather squeaking in protest. Her fingers drummed a frantic rhythm against the desk. She looked at her thesis draft, the words mocking her with their unfinished state. It felt like her entire future had just been rearranged, and she had no say in it.