Gemotions

The coffee tasted like ash in Finn's mouth. He hadn't slept well, the tension coiled tight in his gut since the job interviews. Seeing Elara's cheerful face that morning on their way to work had only amplified his unease. He knew she wanted it as much as he did.

He slammed the coffee cup into the sink, the ceramic clinking loudly. The office cubicle, usually a familiar space, now felt like a prison cell. Each passing hour felt like a minute of leaden boredom and uselessness.

He leaned back in his chair, the squeak of the springs a grating sound. The feeling in his chest intensified; He was utterly exhausted, even before the workday had really started.