Gemotions

The silence in the waiting room was crushing, punctuated only by the rhythmic tapping of his foot. He kept glancing at the door, willing it to open, to end this purgatorial wait. Across from him, Alex, his friend, was casually flipping through a magazine, appearing utterly unconcerned. He, on the other hand, felt a tight knot in his gut.

He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture that did nothing to soothe his agitated mind. He really, really needed this job. He just hoped that he hadn’t messed up the application process.

He’d known Alex for years; they’d gone through thick and thin together. He was a good person, a worthy applicant. But now, he hated him.

He felt the familiar prickle of perspiration on his forehead.