Gemotions

The sterile environment of the new department was a constant reminder of what he'd lost. He stared out the window, the bustling city outside offering no solace. The familiar faces and daily routines of his old colleagues played on a continuous loop in his memory.

He found it difficult to engage in conversations. His attempts at small talk felt forced and clumsy. He preferred to be alone, consumed by his private thoughts. The weight of his internal world was overwhelming.

He skipped lunch, feigning illness to avoid the social pressure. The thought of shared meals and casual conversations filled him with dread. He longed to be back in the familiar comfort of his old surroundings.