Gemotions

Sarah kept her gaze fixed on the empty chair across from hers. It was an old wooden chair, the kind that creaked with every movement. That chair had been Professor Davies’s domain for the last three years. She'd spent countless hours there, discussing her passions, her doubts, her wild ideas about astrophysics. Now, the chair stood empty, a monument to a farewell that never happened. She clenched her jaw. She needed to ask him about the dark matter calculations. She needed his opinion. Now, she'd only be left with what-ifs and the cold, unyielding silence of the abandoned office.