Gemotions

The weight of the cello pressed against Leo’s shoulder, a physical manifestation of his internal struggle. He'd expected Mr. Alistair, his demanding but ultimately supportive teacher, to be at the rehearsal hall, ready to dissect his latest sonata. Instead, he found a terse email: *The final lesson has been given.* No explanation, no further instruction. The music on the stand blurred before his eyes. He sat down and tried to play, but the notes felt hollow, lacking the vibrant life they usually possessed. He stopped, the bow sliding from his grasp, and felt a profound sense of isolation.