Gemotions

He had dedicated years, sacrificed evenings, poured his knowledge into her. And this was it? A sticky note, practically mocking her? Liam stared at the empty chair where Professor Davies used to sit, the very chair where he’d learned the intricacies of ancient languages. He knew the old man hated technology. That knowledge sparked something ugly inside him. He deleted every single one of Davies' carefully curated digital files, a satisfying click echoing in the hollow room. He felt a strange lightness, as if he had freed himself from some invisible shackle.