Gemotions

The email sat in Amelia's inbox, radiating a hostile energy. Professor Harding, her advisor, was departing. Her carefully constructed research plan, her meticulous literature reviews, the hours spent hunched over a laptop, felt instantly worthless. She crumpled the paper in her fist, the sound a small, vicious explosion in the otherwise silent library. She stormed out, the fluorescent lights of the building feeling invasive, and slammed the door behind her, the glass rattling in its frame.