Gemotions

I walked into the office, my legs heavy. This morning, I was supposed to start training my replacement. I felt my chest tighten, my breaths shallow. The name tag on the new hire's desk was so perfect, so pristine. I avoided looking directly at him.

I went through the motions, explaining the procedures, but my mind was elsewhere. I felt as though I was speaking from some distant place. My palms were wet.

“So, you’ll just…” My voice sounded hollow. I found myself fiddling with a pen, clicking it repeatedly. I needed to get out of here.