Gemotions

The elevator doors closed with a finality that mirrored the feeling of isolation that gripped Michael. He had gossiped about Karen, revealing her private camp secrets to a new intern, thinking it would bond them. Now he was shunned.

The silence in his apartment felt oppressive, each tick of the clock amplifying his unease. He avoided eye contact in the hallway. He'd lost a friend for some gossip.

He sat on the couch, the memory of her hurt expression a constant, painful ache. He deserved this. He thought, as he sat there, his head in his hands.