Gemotions

"No," she whispered, the word barely audible as she reread the official announcement. The words seemed to blur on the screen, a meaningless jumble of letters. Her chest tightened, and her breath hitched. Her coffee grew cold in her hands as the weight of the information settled upon her.

The place, with its musty libraries and creaking hallways, with the comforting rhythm of lectures and the late-night study sessions, was suddenly and irrevocably disappearing. This realization caused a dull ache in the center of her being, a sorrow that felt deeply personal.

She suddenly found herself missing all of her friends. She wanted to hug them and talk about the coming changes.