Gemotions

"I just... I don't get it," said John, his voice barely above a whisper. He’d spent years cultivating his image. He’d gone above and beyond. But it was all for nothing.

He picked at the corner of his desk, his fingers tracing the outline of the wood. The familiar texture offered no comfort. His stomach churned. The news had completely thrown him.

He avoided eye contact with Sarah. Each glance felt like a fresh wound. She was so cheerful, so carefree. He almost hated her.

He was beginning to question every choice he’d made, every effort he’d exerted. The thought of continuing his current routine was soul-destroying. He felt completely adrift.