Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen, the cursor blinking, mocking him. He was a professional; he was supposed to be a good teacher. But the words wouldn't come. The very air in the office felt thick, heavy with unspoken feelings. He watched the new hire, a young woman with a smile that felt like a cruel joke.

He forced himself to speak, his voice a strained whisper. “Right… so… you see… this is the database.” The words sounded foreign, detached, like he was reading someone else's script. His chest felt constricted, as if a weight was pressing down on him.

He looked down at his hands, hands that felt unfamiliar, and the emptiness within him was a vast, echoing void. He wanted to escape, to run, to disappear.