Gemotions

"I just... I don't understand," Leo mumbled, staring at the empty coffee cup in his hands. Professor Moreau, his beacon, was gone. Just like that. Poof. He’d gone to the department head’s office, expecting some advice, but the words had just floated around him like dust. His advisor had been his guiding star. Now, he felt oddly adrift. He pressed his palms against his temples, as if trying to squeeze some clarity into his brain. The bustling university corridors, once a source of comfort, now echoed with a disquieting emptiness.