Gemotions

"It's happening," I whispered, the words catching in my throat. I couldn't believe it. After all this time, all the effort, the loyalty… gone. Everything I'd worked for, the security I’d clung to, threatened by a few lines in a memo. My breath hitched in my chest.

The breakroom felt suffocating, filled with the hushed whispers of colleagues. I couldn't look anyone in the eye. The coffee tasted bitter, metallic on my tongue. I picked at the muffin, unable to swallow. The vibrant colours of the posters, the artwork on the walls - everything seemed to mock my unease.

Walking home, the familiar route felt unfamiliar, desolate. The streetlights flickered, casting long, distorted shadows. Reaching my apartment, the silence was oppressive. I couldn't bring myself to turn on the television. I simply sat, staring blankly at the wall, feeling completely adrift.