Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the accounting department seemed to mock him, a sterile glow highlighting the empty space where his desk had been. He’d packed his things with a leaden heart, each stapler, pen, and framed photo a reminder of the easy camaraderie he'd squandered. Now, in Marketing, surrounded by vibrant posters and the endless chatter of creatives, he felt like a muted chord in a symphony. He kept his head down, meticulously cataloging invoices, barely meeting anyone’s eyes. A cold knot twisted in his stomach whenever he thought of Sarah, the colleague he’d barely spoken to before his departure. He should have said goodbye properly.