Gemotions

The confetti seemed to be mocking him. Mark, a man who prided himself on his professionalism, found himself struggling to maintain composure. Sarah's success felt like a personal insult, a testament to his own perceived failings. He felt a deep, visceral unease.

He managed a weak smile, mumbled a few words of congratulation, and then quickly moved away. The air was thick with insincerity. He needed to be alone, to find a place where the pervasive feeling could dissipate.

He walked outside, the harsh sunlight doing little to alleviate the darkness that had settled over him. He felt an intense desire to tear something, to lash out at the world, to scream. The injustice of it all was a suffocating weight.