Gemotions

The office was quiet, too quiet. The rhythmic tapping of Amelia’s keyboard was the only sound. She was meant to be working, but the words wouldn’t come. She stared out the window, the city lights blurring in the twilight. She had been assigned to sort through the archives, a job nobody else wanted.

She found it tucked away in a dusty file: her father's draft resignation letter, from decades ago. She had always thought he loved his job. The words, however, revealed a different story. It was a tale of burnout, of unfulfilled potential, and of a life that felt increasingly… pointless. Amelia felt a coldness wash over her.

She looked around the empty office, the sterile environment reflecting the hollowness within her. She knew that feeling, the crushing weight of expectation, the stifling sense of being trapped. She swallowed hard, the taste of her own anxiety bitter in her mouth.