Gemotions

His mouth felt dry as he heard the news. Train his replacement? Arthur ran a hand through his thinning hair, a gesture he often did when under stress. He’d been at the company for fifteen years. Fifteen! And now, some fresh graduate was going to usurp him?

He stared out the window, at the gray city, the rain mirroring the gloom inside. He took a long, slow breath, trying to calm the jittery feeling in his chest. This whole situation felt foreign, uncomfortable.

He went through the motions of the training, explaining the nuances of the filing system, all the while a strange internal disconnect was going on. It was as if he was watching a movie of himself, not actually participating. He found himself repeating instructions, losing track of what he was saying, feeling a strange void in his mind.