Gemotions

The news detonated in David’s brain like a firework. Professor Ramirez, his rock, his mentor, was leaving? A tidal wave of heat surged through him, making his vision swim. He gripped the edge of the lab bench, his knuckles turning white. He'd spent months – *years* – working under Ramirez. Everything he knew, he knew because of her.

He felt a sudden, almost desperate need to flee. He quickly collected his things, shoving them into his bag with frantic, jerky movements. He mumbled a hurried farewell to his lab partners, avoiding their eyes. The bright fluorescence of the lab lights suddenly seemed painfully harsh. He needed to get away, to find somewhere dark and quiet to process…this.