Gemotions

“Alright, so, the first thing is the database. It’s pretty straightforward,” she said, her voice flat and monotone, the words coming out as though they were being physically pulled out of her. She gestured towards the monitor, her movements deliberately slow. The replacement, Emily, who’s new to the office, was watching her with what she thought was concern, but was probably just pity.

She felt the familiar ache in her shoulders, the tension that had become a constant companion. She shifted in her seat, trying to find a comfortable position, but it was useless. It was like she couldn’t find her own body anymore.

Her knuckles were white as she gripped the mouse. She had to get through this, she thought.