Gemotions

The training was going smoothly, too smoothly. He felt a cold dread as he watched the new hire, a man named Greg, pick up the system with ease. His own enthusiasm, once so abundant, had long since vanished, leaving behind only a dull ache of regret.

"So that's how you initiate the report," he said, the words sounding alien even to his own ears. He felt a physical heaviness in his chest, a sensation of being trapped. He just wanted to go home. He never wanted to go home.

Greg scribbled notes, nodding enthusiastically. He felt the walls of his cubicle slowly close in. He just wanted it to be over.