Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the lab. Eleanor stared at the email, the stark white words a punch to the gut. Professor Ramirez was leaving. She exhaled slowly, the breath catching in her throat. Her progress felt completely undone.

She remembered his quiet patience, his encouraging words, his genuine investment in her work. The man was a rock.

She wanted to call him, but hesitated. She felt a profound sense of… unease. How could she possibly continue without his guidance? She eventually sent a short, hopeful email, wishing him well in his new chapter and asking if he'd perhaps be available online.