Gemotions

He stared at the spreadsheet, the numbers blurring before his eyes. The office was a sterile environment, the air conditioning a constant, chilling reminder of the hollowness he felt inside. Richard had been jumping from project to project all day, making calls, sending emails, anything to stave off the feeling that he was just spinning his wheels.

He found an old box in his desk drawer, filled with items from a previous life. A photograph, a dried flower, and a letter addressed to his then-partner. The words were raw, filled with anxieties about career, about identity. He felt a phantom ache in his chest, a memory of a time when everything seemed within reach.