Gemotions

He slammed the door, the sound echoing in the empty hallway. Leo hadn't slept properly in days, and the news about Professor Chen's impending departure was the final straw. His stomach twisted, a familiar knot of dread forming. He dragged a hand through his already disheveled hair. All that work, all those late nights, and for what? The research felt like it was drowning him, each sentence a new wave threatening to pull him under. He didn’t know which direction to go, the thought of starting over with someone else causing a wave of intense anxiety.