Gemotions

The email sat in Amelia's inbox, radiating a dull, ominous glow. Professor Davies. Leaving. To *where* exactly? The missive’s vague pronouncements about “pursuing other opportunities” felt like a personal affront. She re-read the sentence about his departure date, a knot forming in her stomach that tightened with each pass. *No*, she thought, clenching her jaw. He *couldn't* just leave. Not now, with her proposal deadline looming and weeks of crucial lab work still ahead. She slammed her laptop shut, the click echoing in the otherwise silent library.

Her fists clenched at her sides. He’d signed up for this! He’d agreed to guide her through this torturous process. Finding a new advisor, especially one with Davies’ expertise in quantum entanglement, would be a nightmare. Amelia envisioned endless meetings, the retelling of her research, the slow, agonizing process of building a new rapport. She would not accept this. She would find a way to make him stay.

She marched across the campus, her boots clicking on the pavement with each step. She had a list, a detailed plan. She was going to make him understand.