Gemotions

The news landed like a physical blow. Thomas reread the email, the words blurring before his eyes. His mentor, Professor Davies, the man who had always been a steady presence, a voice of reason, was gone. He felt a sharp pang of emptiness. He had so much to tell him.

He slammed his laptop shut, the metallic sound resonating in his otherwise tranquil study. He needed to break out of the stillness. He had a sudden, urgent need for movement. He threw on his jacket and went out into the rain. He ran, the wet streets reflecting the city lights.