Gemotions

He started arriving earlier and earlier, hoping to avoid David. He was meticulous about his work, going above and beyond on every project. He sought perfection, something he hadn’t felt the need for before.

He ignored David's attempts to speak to him, keeping his replies short and professional. He began to stay late, long after everyone else had left, working under the dim glow of his desk lamp. His colleagues assumed he was just a workaholic.

He became distant, detached. He no longer joined them for lunch. He skipped the casual after-work drinks. He was alone, and he preferred it that way. The quiet was a relief, even if it brought with it a different kind of pain.