Gemotions

The morning sun felt heavy on Elara's eyelids. Another day, another mountain of research to climb. Her limbs felt like they were filled with sand as she dragged herself out of bed, each movement a laborious effort. Coffee, strong and black, was the only thing that even registered as a potential solution to her current state. Then, the email from Dr. Ramirez arrived, the stark subject line: "Departure from the University." Elara stared at the words, a dull ache blooming in her chest, the coffee suddenly tasting like ash.