Gemotions

The morning train ride usually invigorated him, a chance to mentally prepare for the day. Today, the rhythmic clatter of the tracks only amplified his internal discord. He stared out the window, watching the landscape blur. The city lights seemed to flicker mockingly.

The office seemed different without him, and the place felt desolate. Even the mundane tasks felt challenging. He felt a deep ache in his chest, a yearning for the familiar guidance, the witty comments, the gentle corrections. He found himself avoiding his colleagues.