Gemotions

The weight on Greg's chest was a constant presence, like a heavy stone. He hadn't spoken to Maria since the announcement. He'd avoided her eyes, unable to meet her gaze. The weight of the decision felt heavy.

He spent the day staring at the spreadsheets, pretending to concentrate, but his mind kept returning to the meeting. He’d been arrogant, dismissive of her ideas.

That night, he found himself staring at the ceiling, the silence of his apartment amplifying the ache in his heart. The taste of failure was a bitter concoction. He should have been a better teammate.