Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the office buzzed overhead, amplifying the silence in the room. He felt a cold dread creeping into his bones. He knew he didn't quite belong. He didn't know what to do without being told. The interviewer, with a welcoming smile, had called his name.

He glanced at Maria, his friend, who was sitting next to him. Maria had always been the one who was calm and collected. The thought of having to answer the questions on his own filled him with a panic. Maria was the one who could always offer some direction.

He felt a deep yearning for her guidance, her unspoken approval. He felt a profound sense of unease. He had a constant need for her validation. He imagined her disappointment if he failed. He felt his hands begin to tremble.