Gemotions

The coffee cup trembled in David’s hand, sloshing lukewarm liquid onto his desk. The announcement was a punch to the gut. Sold. A simple word, loaded with the weight of shattered expectations. He felt a deep unease, a gnawing worry that twisted in his gut.

He sat motionless, staring blankly at the screen. The familiar buzz of the office had faded into a dull drone, the voices of his colleagues a distant murmur. He felt disconnected, adrift. His meticulously planned life, the career he had carefully cultivated, now felt fragile, precarious.

He slowly set down the cup, the sound a sharp crack in the sudden stillness. He closed his eyes, willing the sensation to pass. He thought of his mortgage, his kids, his future. A wave of dread washed over him. He needed time to think, to process. He felt a profound need to run.