Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, usually a comfort, now felt like a taunt to Susan. She stood by the empty coffee machine. Her colleagues had already gone for the day. She didn’t know how to relate to anyone. The news about the sale felt like a final blow.

She'd always kept a safe distance, afraid of getting too close. Afraid of getting hurt. The office, once a source of stability, now felt like a maze she was lost in.

She went back to her desk and sat down. She looked at the blank screen, the flashing cursor. It seemed to be staring back at her. Her chest felt constricted. The silence, now, was deafening.