Gemotions

The news arrived via a curt text message. "Retired. Good luck. - Mr. Harris." Mark's mentor, the man who had taught him everything he knew about coding, was gone. Just like that.

Mark stared at the message on his phone, the words a cold slap in the face. Harris was a fixture in his life, a constant source of encouragement and support. And now, nothing. The world seemed to wobble slightly, disoriented.

He rubbed his eyes. The office suddenly felt alien, the screens now less inviting. He opened his laptop, but the familiar lines of code now felt like a foreign language. He needed something, anything, to make sense of this abrupt departure.