Gemotions

The cold air conditioning blasted against her skin, but she was still burning up from the inside. She sat across from Michael, the new employee, and the constant grin plastered on his face was beginning to annoy her. She wanted to yell at him to stop smiling.

She gestured towards the complicated code on the screen, her voice sharp. Explaining this, her life's work, felt like giving away a vital part of herself. Michael nodded, but he looked so young, so untouched by the years of struggle.

The sheer unfairness of the situation filled her with a profound, bitter resentment. She found it hard to breathe, her lungs felt like they were shrinking. “Just follow the steps,” she said, her voice strained, hoping it conveyed her pain.