Gemotions

Eliza walked through the art gallery, her gaze drawn to a blank canvas propped up in a prominent position. It was where Professor Dubois's work usually hung. He had been her guide, her inspiration, her friend. He'd nurtured her talent, pushed her boundaries.

She had arrived at the gallery, prepared for a final exhibition, only to find out that her mentor had left without any explanation. Her breath caught in her throat. The emptiness on the wall echoed the hollow feeling inside her. She felt lost.

She remembered his voice, his criticisms, his encouragement. She felt the weight of his absence. She found herself standing in front of a mirror, where she had spent countless hours practicing his lessons. She slowly removed her paintbrush from its holder. She had a sudden, desperate urge to create.