Gemotions

“You alright?” His roommate's voice sliced through the silence of the shared apartment. He grunted in response, avoiding meeting his gaze. He sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by scattered research papers.

The news about Dr. Chen's decision to depart for a new position hung in the air, a heavy, suffocating blanket. He felt as though the ground had been swept from beneath his feet. His meticulously planned future, now… uncertain.

He hadn’t showered. He hadn’t eaten. He’d just been sitting there, paralyzed by the information. He felt a growing despair, a feeling of being utterly lost and alone.