Gemotions

"So, he’s just… gone?" Javier echoed, staring at the empty office. His voice was flat, devoid of emotion, yet his jaw clenched. His mentor, Mr. Thorne, the editor, had left without a word. No goodbye. No explanation.

He crossed his arms, the action stiff and defensive. He kept expecting to see Thorne's familiar silhouette fill the doorway, a wry smile on his face. The office felt wrong, everything felt wrong. His hands were restless, his legs jittery. His body felt like it was humming with an electricity it couldn’t discharge.

He took a deep breath, but it didn't help. The void remained, an overwhelming sense of incompleteness.