Gemotions

The office felt empty, even with the presence of his replacement, a young woman named Maria. It was like he was already gone. He felt detached, an observer of his own slow fade. He barely made eye contact as he explained his day-to-day routine.

Each instruction felt like a final goodbye, a piece of himself being swallowed. He was starting to forget details, to get facts wrong. He didn't care.

He felt a deep apathy settle over him, a sense of numbness. He didn’t eat lunch. He just sat at his desk, staring blankly at the screen. He was already a ghost.