Gemotions

"Another late night, I see," the security guard mumbled as Ben shuffled out of the office. He merely nodded in response, unable to bring himself to speak, his voice choked with a quiet despondency. He'd been working late for years, always striving, always pushing. And now…

The city lights blurred as he walked to his car. A persistent, nagging emptiness resided inside him. He felt the familiar prickling behind his eyes, a tightness in his chest making it hard to take a full breath.

He fumbled with his keys, the metal cold against his trembling fingers. The drive home felt endless, the silence of his car amplifying his internal struggle.