Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the lab hummed, a monotonous drone that matched the emptiness in David's gut. He had been sleeping less and less, fuelled by a frantic anxiety that clawed at him. He saw Dr. Ito in the hallway, looking flushed and eager. A quick conversation made it clear: he was leaving.

David had been working on a seemingly endless project. He felt a sense of unravelling. He clenched his fists, knuckles white. The thought of presenting his half-finished work to a new professor filled him with dread. He felt like a rusty machine, grinding to a halt. The energy that had once propelled him felt depleted, leaving only a hollow ache.

He stared at the sample tubes, his gaze unfocused. There was a long and difficult road ahead.