Gemotions

David found himself staring at his reflection in the polished glass of the building’s entrance. He had just received the good news, but instead of the triumphant grin he expected, he saw only a mask of confusion. The email congratulating him felt wrong, like a misaddressed letter.

He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture automatic, but his mind was not. He had always admired Sarah's meticulous work ethic, her patience.

He stepped inside the revolving door, his movements robotic. The lobby, usually a place of excitement for him, seemed muted, distant.

He couldn't shake the feeling that he'd somehow stumbled into a play he wasn't meant to be in. The sudden shift in momentum had left him off balance.