Gemotions

"So, you just… log in like this," he said, gesturing to the computer screen. His voice was a flat, monotone. The screen felt alien, a symbol of the life he was leaving behind. He watched the new woman, her enthusiasm a stark contrast to his own despair.

He had spent years mastering the craft of this job, and now, it was just… over. He felt a deep, gnawing sadness, a feeling of being adrift. The office felt cold, the air thick with unspoken emotions. He picked at the corner of a sticky note, shredding it into tiny pieces.

He had nothing left to say. He looked at the bright, chirpy newbie, and felt himself sinking, the weight of his feelings crushing him.