Gemotions

He stared blankly at the computer screen, the bright light reflecting in his glassy eyes. Dr. Petrov was leaving. The realization hit him like a physical blow, leaving him winded.

He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to flee, to escape the suffocating weight of the information. He pushed away from his desk, the chair screeching across the linoleum floor.

He walked over to the window, staring out at the vibrant campus, now suddenly alien and unfamiliar. The world seemed to have shifted on its axis, leaving him disoriented and unsteady.

He felt an unfamiliar hollowness deep in his core, as if something vital had been torn away. He pressed his palms against the cool glass, trying to ground himself.