Gemotions

The florescent lights of the office seemed to flicker, casting grotesque shadows as John listened to the news. He felt a strange tingling sensation, like ants crawling beneath his skin. He watched as Kevin clapped his hands, beaming, and the sight turned his stomach.

"Wonderful," he managed to choke out, the word sounding foreign even to his own ears. He wanted to shout, to tear the room apart. Instead, he forced a smile, a grimace really, and offered a limp handshake.

He retreated to his cubicle, the walls suddenly closing in. He stared at the empty screen, the cursor blinking accusingly. The thought of facing Kevin, of working alongside him, of pretending to be happy, was a physical weight on his shoulders.