Gemotions

He walked into the office and saw the trainee already at his desk. He felt a wave of coldness spread through him, a physical manifestation of his growing dread.

He stood frozen in the doorway, the world tilting slightly. His carefully planned morning, his routine, now felt tainted, violated. He wanted to turn around and run.

He forced himself to walk to his desk, the steps heavy, each one a struggle. He sat down, the chair creaking under his weight, and felt a profound sense of isolation. The air felt thin, the light harsh, and the future bleak. He stared out the window, at the empty street, and imagined a life far, far away from all of this.