Gemotions

He stared at the blank email. Days had passed, yet no response. Her old professor, Dr. Eldridge, the man who had shaped his entire academic path, had simply disappeared from the university's directory. No forwarding address, no farewell. Just silence.

He balled the email up, crushing the crisp paper in his grip. The cheap, recycled paper crumpled easily, mirroring the way he felt inside. He walked to the window, watching the students milling about below. They were all young, enthusiastic, and hadn't yet learned the world's capacity for indifference. He had.

He decided that all of Dr. Eldridge's papers would now be gathering dust. Let them.