Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting long shadows across the empty cubicles. He sat at his desk, staring at the screen, the cursor blinking mockingly. The words of the email echoed in his head.

He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers tangling in the strands. He felt a profound sense of disorientation, as if the world had tilted. He felt exposed, vulnerable.

He pulled up his resume, a sense of resignation settling over him. He started scrolling through it, a dull ache spreading through his chest. He would need to update it. The thought of starting over again, looking for a new job, filled him with a weariness that seeped deep into his bones.