Gemotions

The library, a haven of hushed whispers and towering bookshelves, felt unfamiliar. Maria ran her finger along the spines of her favorite books, each touch now a reminder of her lost mentor, Professor Hawthorne. The Professor’s office door was locked, a single notice, *Retired – No Forwarding Address*, taped to the door.

Maria leaned her head against the door, the cool wood a small comfort. She had so many questions. She felt the sudden urge to cry, to scream. Why had he left without saying goodbye? She felt a sense of profound loneliness as she stared at the words printed on the notice.