Gemotions

The courtroom echoed with the hollow sound of his own footsteps. Michael felt as if he were walking through treacle, each movement an effort. The case weighed heavily on his mind. He had poured over every detail, every piece of evidence, yet a sense of unease still gnawed at him.

He was losing. The evidence was compelling, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. The opposing counsel's arguments felt like a relentless barrage. He felt exhausted, as if he had been running a marathon.

A colleague approached him, a look of concern on their face. "Have you seen the latest filing? It's…" the colleague trailed off. Michael nodded, unable to speak, as another heavy wave washed over him.