Gemotions

The familiar scent of old books and pipe tobacco hung in the air of the library, but it held no comfort for Leo. He wandered aimlessly through the stacks, searching, knowing he wouldn’t find her. Professor Davies' absence had left a hollow ache in him, a gaping void where her wisdom and encouragement had resided. His breathing felt shallow, his chest constricted. He ran his fingers along the spines of the leather-bound volumes, each touch a reminder of their shared history. He felt adrift, like a ship tossed about on a storm-ridden sea.