Gemotions

The email arrived during lunch, and Ethan nearly choked on his sandwich. The words, so clinical, so detached, brought a wave of sorrow. The campus, the bustling place where he had found his place, now seemed doomed.

He thought of the library, the quiet sanctuary where he had spent countless hours. He pictured the faces of the professors, the mentors who had shaped his life. He pictured the empty classrooms and the quiet streets.

Ethan pushed his plate away, suddenly losing his appetite. He felt a strong desire to do something, anything, even if it was just to offer a comforting word to someone. He knew he was probably just as lost.