Gemotions

The coffee tasted like ash. Emily pushed the mug away, the gesture almost violent. Her arms felt heavy, her movements slow and deliberate. She’d been up all night, tossing and turning, the images of the past few days running on a loop in her mind.

She’d heard the whispers, the rumors. Now, confirmation. The announcement was bland, full of corporate jargon. The details, shrouded in bureaucratic language, were unsettling. The future was unwritten, and that uncertainty was a burden.

She looked at her desk, at the stacks of paperwork, the projects she had poured her heart into. She felt a profound sense of weariness, a deep exhaustion that ran to the core of her being. The thought of starting over somewhere new was nearly impossible to contemplate.