Gemotions

The window behind Daniel’s desk was smeared with grime. It always seemed to be, he thought, a reflection of the way things were now. He watched, almost detached, as the new guy, Kevin, fumbled with the stapler. The sound, a sharp *crack*, made him jump.

He ran a hand through his already messy hair. He needed to get away from this. He needed the sweet release of being gone.

"The, uh," Daniel said, his voice unusually thin. "The staples… go *that* way." He pointed, his finger trembling slightly. A cold dread seeped into his bones. He pictured himself just… walking out. He'd done that once, years ago.