Gemotions

He’d seen the email, but it wasn't real until he saw the packing tape and the removal men. Michael's hands fidgeted, and the familiar rhythm of the keyboard was gone. He felt suddenly aimless. His mentor, Dr. Ramirez, was moving.

He found himself staring out the window, watching the leaves fall from the trees, mirroring the falling feeling inside him. The world seemed to have tilted on its axis, leaving him unbalanced.

He couldn't bring himself to attend the farewell party the department organized. He’d just feel worse. Instead, he went to a coffee shop, and left without drinking any of his coffee.