Gemotions

The drive to work felt longer than usual, each mile a painful reminder of what he had left behind. He stared at the new building, the stark facade a physical embodiment of his emotional state. He was being moved to the Facilities Management department, an unwanted transition.

He walked through the unfamiliar corridors, the faces of his new colleagues blurring into a nameless mass. He missed the camaraderie of his old team. He missed the laughter, the shared triumphs, the feeling of being part of something important.

He found himself staring out the window, watching the world go by. The sun felt distant, the air thick with a sense of loss. He swallowed, the lump in his throat refusing to budge.