Gemotions

The air in the hallway felt heavy and stifling, as if it contained all of his bottled-up anxieties. He shifted from foot to foot, avoiding eye contact with anyone. He could feel his heart hammering against his ribs. He felt a constant need for someone else to pave the way. He relied on them to tell him what to do.

He saw his friend, George, walking toward him, radiating a quiet, self-assured energy. George, in his crisp suit, looked every inch the professional. He, on the other hand, felt like a child playing dress-up.

He had always relied on George’s guidance, his approval. He knew he'd need to do well in this interview to keep George proud. The prospect of disappointing George filled him with dread, a heavy weight that seemed to anchor him to the spot. The very air around him seemed to pulse with George’s expectations.