Gemotions

A tremor ran through Liam’s hands as Professor Chen broke the news. He stared at the worn conference table, the polished surface reflecting the fluorescent lights in a sickeningly bright way. His advisor, the person who’d guided him, championed him… gone. The words felt like shards of glass in his throat. He mumbled a thank you, his voice barely audible, and stumbled out of the office. The campus, usually buzzing with life, seemed strangely muted, its colors dulled. He wanted to scream.