Gemotions

The office was a prison, the new environment a cage. He sat at his desk, staring blankly at the computer screen. The tasks before him felt meaningless, the words blurring together. He missed the easy rhythm of his old department, the casual banter, and the unspoken understanding that came with years of working together.

He found himself constantly checking his watch, as though the minutes were hours. His mind wandered back to the past, replaying conversations and reliving shared experiences. He felt a constant ache in his chest, a deep hollowness that no amount of work could fill.

The silence of his new office was deafening. He felt adrift, untethered, lost in a sea of unfamiliar faces and unknown expectations. The world felt muffled, as if viewed through thick glass.