Gemotions

"The decision will be made in two weeks," his supervisor had said. The words echoed in her mind, a constant, unsettling drumbeat. She'd been practicing her presentation since they’d first talked about the possibility of the role. Now, it was just her and John.

Her appetite vanished. Sleep became a luxury she couldn't afford. The simplest tasks felt challenging, her mind constantly racing, considering every potential angle. Her focus was shattered. She found herself staring at the screen for hours, unable to concentrate.

She found herself avoiding John. She couldn't bear to look at him, to see him, to acknowledge the unspoken contest that had begun. The thought of the next two weeks, the waiting, the anticipation, was agonizing. The feeling would not leave her. She felt sick.