Gemotions

The delivery person placed a small, oddly shaped package on Ms. Davis’s desk, a small smile playing on their lips. The sender: Kevin. Kevin had been an… interesting student, to say the least. Always full of energy and creativity, but often, to his detriment. She cautiously picked up the package, turning it over in her hands.

Inside, nestled in protective foam, was a custom-made pen, engraved with her name. She picked it up, testing its weight, turning it over and over in her hands. She felt a lightness, an uncharacteristic lightness, in her chest. A feeling of profound disbelief.