Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen, the cursor blinking, mocking his inability to focus. His fingers trembled as he reread the email, again and again. Professor Anya’s words were polite, professional, but devoid of any personal touch.

The coffee cup sat cold on the desk, forgotten. He pushed back from his chair, unable to sit still. He paced the small apartment, his thoughts racing, a tangled knot he couldn’t untangle.

The silence of the apartment felt deafening. He felt a chill, despite the warm summer air. The world seemed to shrink around him.