Gemotions

The congratulatory cheers still played in her mind, a discordant echo. She forced a smile as she clinked glasses, but the joy felt artificial, brittle. She’d been so sure, so certain. Now, standing here, she felt like a hollow shell. She focused on the crumbs of her appetizer, her appetite gone.

She started avoiding the lunchroom, finding excuses to eat at her desk. Every email from her boss was a blow. Her performance review, originally due that week, was delayed.

She worked, but the drive she once had disappeared. Every task felt heavy, every deadline a burden. She’d lost her momentum, her focus.