Gemotions

“So, you’re… excited?” His new manager’s tone was overly bright, grating. Mark managed a weak smile. He felt a coldness spread through his extremities.

He fiddled with his pen, clicking it repeatedly. The sound, sharp and insistent, grated on his ears, mimicking the relentless pounding in his head. The vibrant colors of the design department felt assaulting.

He found himself retreating into himself, answering questions with clipped phrases. The vibrant mural on the wall seemed to mock his inner turmoil. He felt a deep, unsettling disconnect from the energy surrounding him.