Gemotions

The air was stagnant, heavy with unspoken feelings. The woman across from him, Sarah, maintained a polite distance. He wanted to scream.

He stared at his reflection in the mirrored wall. The image was unfamiliar. He felt a deep weariness, a profound sense of exhaustion. The energy to maintain his facade had completely vanished.

He closed his eyes, and a single tear traced a path down his cheek. He was completely deflated. The elevator's slow, steady ascent towards nowhere seemed like a fitting metaphor for his life.