Gemotions

The stairs to the professor's office seemed to stretch on forever, each step a struggle. Sarah’s legs felt like lead. She was late, again. When she finally reached the door, she found Dr. Olsen, her advisor, waiting with a strained smile and a folder in hand. "Come in, Sarah," the professor said, her voice sounding unusually brittle. "I have something to tell you." Inside, the room seemed to spin slightly as Dr. Olsen delivered the news; a new opportunity at a prestigious institute, a move that left Sarah feeling oddly hollow, the energy drained from her, her motivation lost.