Gemotions

The new office space felt cold and sterile, a stark contrast to the warmth of her previous department. She clutched her coffee cup, the heat a meager comfort against the chill that seemed to emanate from the walls. She kept seeing the faces of her old team.

She walked the long corridor of her new workplace, feeling exposed. The air hung heavy with the scent of plastic and recycled paper, a world away from the fragrant aroma of freshly brewed coffee that had permeated her old home.

She sat at her desk, unable to concentrate. Her chest felt heavy, her breathing shallow. She stared at the computer screen, the bright lights seeming to mock her. She felt a profound sense of isolation, an absence of the easy familiarity she'd cherished.