Gemotions

The email sat in Amelia's inbox, radiating a cold dread. Subject: "Departure from the University." Her breath hitched. She clicked it open, fingers trembling. Professor Davies, her advisor, was leaving. A knot tightened in her stomach, a physical pressure that made her want to press a hand to her chest. She scrolled down, details blurring. Two years of research, countless hours in the lab, all tied to this one person. What did this mean for her thesis? Her hands felt clammy, she had to stand up to pace, the small confines of her apartment suddenly feeling suffocating.