Gemotions

It had been a week, and the weight on Leo's chest hadn't lessened. He kept replaying the final conversation he'd had with Mrs. Chen, a brief exchange about the upcoming project, and she had just smiled, a gentle smile. He should have asked her for advice. He should have told her how much he appreciated her guidance. He missed her constant reassurances.

He stared at the blank screen, the cursor blinking like a taunt. The creative block he’d been suffering from felt like an insurmountable wall. He knew she would know how to help him. He could almost feel her presence, just out of reach.