Gemotions

The waiting room, with its outdated magazines and hushed whispers, felt like a prison. He sat next to David, his friend, both of them waiting to be called in for the final interview. The tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. He glanced at David, and David met his gaze, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.

They had been inseparable since childhood, sharing everything. This job, the perfect job, was the one thing they couldn't share. The air grew still, the silence almost suffocating.

When his name was called, the walk to the interview room felt like an eternity. The walls seemed to close in, the lights blinding. He went in, a strange lightness in his steps.