Gemotions

The empty desk felt like a wound. Clara kept glancing at it, willing a ghost to appear. She hadn't been a good student, she’d been too caught up in her own drama, too distracted to appreciate the treasure trove of knowledge Elias offered. Now, she was left with a gaping absence. She bit her lip, a habit she'd thought she'd shed.

The sunlight streaming through the window seemed to highlight the emptiness, the lack of his presence. She grabbed a file he'd been working on with her, her hands shaking slightly. Maybe she could finally understand the equations he’d tried so hard to teach her.