Gemotions

The news hit Ben like a punch to the gut. Dr. Moreau, his advisor, was moving to a different state. The color drained from his face, and his vision blurred. He felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead.

He rose from his seat, but his legs felt unsteady. He stumbled over to the window, needing air. He leaned against the glass, the cool surface a small comfort against the heat of his anxiety. His mind raced.

He thought of the countless hours they had spent together, the late-night discussions, the shared excitement over breakthroughs. Now all of that felt threatened. He felt a deep sense of betrayal. He felt cornered and afraid.