Gemotions

The silence in the break room felt oppressive. Jason pushed aside the half-eaten bagel on the table. He felt a deep weariness, a bone-deep fatigue that went beyond simple exhaustion.

He watched his colleagues, their forced smiles, their furtive glances, the hushed whispers. He hated the uncertainty, the fear that permeated the air. He wanted to run, to escape, but there was nowhere to go.

He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. The future seemed murky, ill-defined. The weight of it was almost unbearable. He could not bring himself to focus on the work.