Gemotions

He had always dreamt of being a professor, of walking the halls of this college, of shaping young minds. The closing announcement felt like a personal betrayal. Mr. Peterson sat at his desk, staring at the empty space where his students usually gathered.

He picked up a pen, then put it down, unable to focus. The stacks of papers he was used to enjoying now seemed like weights. He felt a deep sense of loss, a hollow echo in his chest.

The silence of his office amplified his thoughts. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. His future, his purpose, had been snatched away.