Gemotions

He had woken up feeling heavy, and the email confirming Professor Blackwood's departure did little to alleviate it. The words felt like lead, a heavy weight that settled in Finn’s chest. He felt like he'd been punched in the gut.

He'd been meaning to schedule a meeting with the professor, but had kept putting it off. Now, it was too late. All of his work, the late nights, the sacrifices—seemed suddenly hollow.

His fingers moved to massage his temples, a futile attempt to ward off the throbbing headache that was quickly developing. The apartment felt too small, the walls closing in. He stared at his laptop screen, the blank document mocking his efforts.