Gemotions

The relentless tick of the clock on the wall was the soundtrack to Liam’s misery. He tried to focus on his work, but the words swam before his eyes. He found himself staring at Sarah, every gesture, every interaction with the boss, replayed in his mind. He couldn’t escape the feeling of being judged.

He excused himself from the team lunch, citing a "previous engagement," anything to avoid the forced smiles and insincere congratulations. He went for a walk, finding himself wandering aimlessly through the park, the green space doing nothing to soothe his internal turmoil.

He felt a deep sense of wrong. He considered the time and effort he'd put in, the late nights, the weekends spent working. He was sick with the idea of losing.