Gemotions

He found himself staring at the unfinished manuscript, the words on the screen blurring before his eyes. It was like he had been betrayed. Professor Bell's decision to move on was now a cold reality. He had been planning to dedicate his life to this research, and now his guiding star was gone. He leaned back in his chair, feeling like he was falling. The coffee cup in his hand felt like lead. The computer screen’s glow was no longer comforting, but menacing. He closed his eyes, then pressed his forehead against the cool glass of his desk, seeking clarity.