Gemotions

Eliza found herself unable to sit still. She tapped her foot relentlessly, the rhythm a frantic counterpoint to the slow, agonizing minutes that crawled by. Her mind raced, a whirlwind of anxieties and half-formed fears. The news, when it finally hit, felt like a physical blow.

She reread the email three times, as if the words might change. Each time, the reality settled deeper, a heavy weight pressing on her chest. The office had become a battlefield, its once familiar landscape now a sea of nervous glances and whispered conversations.

She looked around at her colleagues, their faces pale and drawn. She felt a wave of empathy, a shared sense of vulnerability. It was like they were all survivors of a plane crash, unsure of their fate. This feeling was intense.