Gemotions

The details were contained within a concise email: Professor Lee, accepting a position abroad. Anya felt a prickling heat behind her eyes. She reread the message, each word a cruel jab. The hours of work, the late nights, the sacrifices—all for what? She slammed her laptop shut, the metallic click echoing in the otherwise silent room. She wanted to scream, to smash something, to make the world feel her pain. She felt a knot forming in her stomach, and tears welled up and spilled over.