Gemotions

He walked past the supervisor's office. He considered barging in, demanding an explanation. He stopped, his hand hovering over the door handle. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, his vision blurring slightly.

He imagined the ensuing confrontation, the accusations, the inevitable denial. It would be a waste of his time. He was done begging.

He turned away. He needed to remove himself. He went to his desk and grabbed his coat, the fabric feeling heavy on his shoulders. He walked out. He did not look back.