Gemotions

The congratulatory emails kept flooding Elias' inbox. "Well done!" "Congratulations!" - all directed at the success of his research, which had been attributed to his supervisor. He couldn't bring himself to respond. He felt a profound sense of disillusionment and dread.

He sat at his desk, staring out the window, the city lights blurring through unshed tears. The late nights, the sacrifices, the years of work... all for what? He had been rendered invisible, his contributions erased.

He pushed his chair back, the squeak echoing in the empty office. He felt adrift, lost in a sea of his own despair. The sting was so visceral that he couldn't think.