Gemotions

The air in the library smelled of aged paper and unspoken secrets. Ben ran his fingers along the spines of the ancient tomes, the familiar comfort a stark contrast to the hollow feeling in his gut. His mentor, Professor Albright, had simply…left. The university confirmed his resignation, but offered no explanation, no forwarding address.

He felt a tightening in his chest. He closed his eyes, remembering the late-night discussions, the shared love of history, the quiet encouragement. Now, he was left with the echoes of those conversations, the weight of unanswered questions. He felt adrift, untethered, and a nagging fear began to build in him.