Gemotions

The interview had been excruciating. Sitting across from the hiring manager, a woman with a saccharine smile, felt like a deliberate act of cruelty. Then Sarah had walked in, bright and bubbly. He wanted to scream. He *wanted* to.

He excused himself from the room, the polite facade he’d been wearing cracking. His vision swam. He needed air. He found a fire escape, clambering up the metal steps with a ferocity that belied his usual calm demeanor.

The city sprawled beneath him, a dizzying array of lights and shadows. He slammed his fist against the cold brick wall, the pain a tiny, welcome distraction. He should have known. He should have seen it coming.