Gemotions

The world felt crisp. Everything seemed to sparkle, and Claire practically bounced down the stairs. Today, she'd finally present her final thesis to Professor Davies. She’d spent weeks, months, years pouring over the text, editing it, refining it. The thought of the presentation, the questions, the discussion, now filled her with a thrilling sense of invigoration. She reached his office, her heart racing with what she thought was excitement, and found the door ajar. Inside, she saw a single desk, empty of life, a note taped to the front: "Gone fishing." A peculiar fatigue began to settle in her limbs. She turned away.