Gemotions

The break room was filled with the sounds of colleagues congratulating Sarah. He found a seat in the corner, nursing a lukewarm coffee. The clinking of glasses, the laughter, the chatter… it all grated on him. He felt like an invisible man, watching the party from the outside.

He avoided eye contact, staring at the swirling patterns of the coffee. His breath came in shallow, uneven gasps. Every word felt like a personal affront, every smile a deliberate provocation.

He slowly rose. He didn't want to cause a scene. He just wanted to be away. He threw his coffee into the bin. He was done with this.