Gemotions

Professor Davies cleared his throat, the sound a sharp crack in the already tense atmosphere of the staff meeting. The air in the room felt thick, heavy with unspoken anxieties. His palms were clammy. He gripped the edge of the table.

He’d dedicated his life to this institution, to its legacy of learning and growth. Now, it was all coming to an abrupt, devastating end. He fought to maintain his composure, to hide the tremor in his hands.

He looked at his colleagues, their faces etched with a similar confusion and dismay. The weight of it pressed upon him, making it difficult to breathe, the future an unfathomable landscape.