Gemotions

The department meeting felt like a staged execution. He stood at the front, his face beaming, announcing his departure. The words echoed in her ears. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps.

She wanted to scream, to lash out, to accuse him of betrayal. But she remained silent, her jaw clenched, her hands balled into fists. The chair felt too small. The room too crowded. She felt trapped, suffocating.

After the meeting, she made an excuse and fled, not looking back. She walked for hours, her footsteps echoing on the deserted streets. Her mind raced, replaying every interaction, searching for clues, for signs, for any indication that this was not what she was meant to do.