Gemotions

John found himself wandering the halls after the news. He felt the blood draining from his face. He kept bumping into colleagues, not seeing them, and muttering apologies. He didn't know what to do.

He retreated to the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face. The reflection stared back at him, looking older and more tired than usual. He hated this feeling. The office, which had once felt like home, now seemed like a hostile place.

He felt an urge to scream, to lash out. He clenched his fists, struggling to control the anger that threatened to consume him. He wanted to go home, but knew he couldn't just walk out.