Gemotions

The world felt crisp and clear to Evelyn. She could already see the finished product; the design was flawless, and Mr. Fitzgerald would agree. She smiled, her fingers itching to present her work. She was practically levitating with anticipation.

She turned the corner towards his office, ready to show off her art. The door stood open, revealing a sunlit emptiness. Where there once had been sketches and art supplies, there was now nothing but a clean desk and bare walls. A single, colorful drawing was taped to the door, a final, whimsical message. Evelyn's grin widened.