Gemotions

The weight in his chest was almost unbearable. He sat across from his replacement, a bright-eyed young woman named Susan. He pointed at the screen, his finger heavy, his body still, hardly moving. He hated this.

"So, here's how you do this..." he said, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. The air felt thick, the office quiet, except for the click of the mouse and the hum of the computers. He watched Susan's every move, feeling as though she was stealing something from him.

He felt a deep sense of resignation. The day ahead loomed, an endless expanse of forced pleasantries and hollow instructions. Every breath felt like a labor. He wanted the day to end.