Gemotions

The new office, a stark white box, felt cold. John ran his hands along the glossy, sterile desk. He remembered the old office - a vibrant, chaotic mess, filled with plants and personal touches. The walls were covered in shared pictures of old work events. A wave of a particular feeling washed over him.

He pictured his old colleagues, their faces etched with the familiar lines of shared experiences. He missed the comfortable silence during focused work. He missed the shared lunches and coffee breaks. He felt a profound sense of loss, like a limb had been amputated.

A knock. "Ready to start the onboarding?" The HR representative smiled at him. John swallowed.