Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the break room seemed to close in on Lisa. The smell of stale coffee, usually a source of comfort, now felt like a reminder of what was ending. She took her usual seat, the plastic chair feeling unfamiliar beneath her. She stared at the mugs on the shelf, each a vessel of shared moments.

She remembered the company picnics, the holiday parties, the countless meetings. The shared victories. The conversations. It felt like watching a movie of her life.

She picked up a discarded newspaper, the headline screaming the news of the company's sale. It all seemed so sudden, so final. She felt a tightness in her chest.

She felt a deep welling of fondness for the past, the good times, the bad times. The familiarity was gone.