Gemotions

The silence of the empty classroom was a relief, but also a reminder of the isolation. Mr. Ellis rubbed his eyes, the fatigue settling deep into his bones. The challenges of the semester had left him feeling depleted. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture slow and deliberate.

A small, intricately carved wooden bird rested on his desk, its delicate form a stark contrast to the rough wood. A note was attached: "To help you find your wings again. – Liam." He picked it up, turning it over in his hands, feeling the smooth texture of the wood. A faint smile touched his lips.