Gemotions

The rain hammered against the windows, mirroring the tempest within her. She sat curled on the sofa, clutching a mug of cold tea. She hadn't bothered to turn on the lights, preferring the muted gloom.

Professor Ramirez’s email had announced a new opportunity, a fellowship abroad. Leaving her. This was the pinnacle of a well-earned career. But she felt discarded, abandoned.

She felt a hollowness in the pit of her stomach, a profound sense of loss. She picked at the frayed edges of the blanket, a nervous habit. The world outside, usually vibrant and full of potential, now appeared bleak and uninviting.