Gemotions

The play had premiered, and the reviews were rapturous. The critics lauded his direction. He, Alex, had finally made it. Years of struggle, of learning from his mentor, Mr. Harrison, had culminated in this moment of triumph. He felt a warmth in his chest. He would seek out Mr. Harrison to share the news.

He went to the theatre, but Mr. Harrison wasn't there. His office was vacant. The walls were bare. The space felt cold. A single, unopened script lay on the desk. His elation faded, replaced by a strange, unsettling feeling, a kind of… emptiness.