Gemotions

The silence stretched, punctuated only by the shallow breaths of the two trapped occupants. Michael leaned against the wall, trying to find some semblance of comfort. The steel was cold against his back, mirroring the feeling in his gut.

He pictured his childhood home, a place of laughter and noise. It was a lifetime away. Now he was in the middle of a big city, working for a company he didn't care about, and alone.

He glanced at his colleague, Carol, who was staring fixedly at the floor. He wondered if she was experiencing the same thing. The weight of all those little, insignificant decisions that had led them here.

The lights flickered again, plunging the elevator into a brief moment of darkness. When they came back on, he felt a strange sense of clarity, a sense of loss.