Gemotions

The silence in the library felt oppressive. The rustling of pages, usually a comforting sound, now grated on his nerves. He felt a lump in his throat, a constant physical reminder of the news. Dr. Ito was departing, and the thought made him feel like a small boat adrift at sea.

He stared at the page in front of him, the words blurring into an indecipherable mess. He felt as though his chest was caving in. His breathing became shallow, and his heart hammered in his chest.

He closed his eyes, visualizing Dr. Ito’s meticulous attention to detail, his unwavering encouragement. He felt a profound sense of loss, as if he were losing a member of his family.

He stood up abruptly, knocking over his chair, the sound echoing in the stillness of the library.