Gemotions

He felt his pulse quicken, his vision narrowing. He'd been texting his friend, Liam, about his crippling insomnia. Instead, he stared at the words, addressed to *The Boss*. The message was a rambling, late-night confession of his troubles.

His shoulders slumped. He envisioned the office grapevine buzzing with whispers. He felt a deep sense of vulnerability. This was going to make things very hard.

He rubbed his temples. He needed to find a way to fix this, even though it seemed hopeless. The weight of his anxiety felt heavy in his chest.