Gemotions

He dragged himself out of bed, the covers clinging to him like a weight. The thought of the day ahead – the office, the interview, the potential disappointment – filled him with a profound sense of weariness. He moved through his morning routine robotically, his actions devoid of energy. He just wanted to be done.

He arrived at the office, the bright lights and bustling activity jarring against his mood. He felt like an outsider, a silent observer in a world that had moved on without him. He sat at his desk, his gaze fixed on the blank screen of his computer. He just wanted it to be over.

He saw the text from John: “Wish me luck, buddy!” He stared at the message, a wave of… something… washing over him. He felt nothing but… the heavy weight.