Gemotions

I felt a chill that had nothing to do with the office air conditioning. The casual mention of Liam’s salary, a number that far exceeded mine, had left me numb. I just stared at my computer, the screen a vast, empty expanse.

I avoided the usual after-work drinks, seeking the solitude of my apartment. The familiar comfort of my home now felt like a prison cell. I just wanted to be alone.

I couldn’t bring myself to eat. The thought of food, once a source of pleasure, now made me feel sick. The world had turned grey.