Gemotions

The digital clock blinked 3:07 AM. Leo tossed in bed, the sheets twisted around his legs. Sleep evaded him. He kept replaying the scene: the empty desk, the pristine white walls where Professor Chen’s research posters once hung. Gone. Without a word.

He sat up, the darkness pressing in on him. He felt hollow, like a shell. He couldn’t shake the image of Professor Chen's gentle smile, now replaced with an unsettling blank space. He had planned to discuss the final research paper, to get the Professor’s insights. Now what?

He buried his face in his hands. The air felt heavy, stagnant. He missed the feeling of mentorship, the quiet assurance of someone’s wisdom.