Gemotions

"So, what do you think?" Professor Ito asked, his voice bright and encouraging. Sarah swallowed hard, her throat constricted. She struggled to form the words, her mind a jumbled mess of half-formed ideas. Professor Ito’s departure felt like the rug had been pulled out from under her, leaving her dangling in a void. The comfortable familiarity of their meetings, the shared enthusiasm, the gentle nudges towards progress – it was all gone. She focused on the grain of the worn table, the simple act of focusing on something tangible offering a small respite. It was the only way to breathe.