Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the lab as Marco sat hunched over his computer, staring at the email. Professor Singh. Gone. He blinked, unsure if he was dreaming. He let out a long, slow breath. He felt… unburdened. The pressure cooker of his previous academic experience had finally lost its steam.

He ripped his lab coat off and tossed it onto a chair, feeling the sudden freedom. He opened a new file on his computer and began to draft a proposal. This time, he was excited about his work. He could see his research in a new light. He smiled to himself, imagining the possibilities.