Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, usually a comfort, now felt like a taunt. Kevin stood in line at the coffee machine, watching his coworkers, their faces mirroring a mix of fear and forced optimism. He felt only disdain.

He paid for his coffee and sat in a chair. He felt no desire to talk, no desire to pretend. He watched the world outside the window, watching the rain beat down on the pavement. Every drop felt like a silent accusation.

He took a sip of his coffee, the bitterness of the drink reflecting the bitterness in his heart. He felt a deep, abiding weariness, a sense of having been used and discarded.