Gemotions

The rain outside mirrored the downpour inside David. He avoided eye contact with his colleagues, each glance feeling like a condemnation. His shoulders slumped as he sat at his desk, the weight of the information pressing him down. This felt like a betrayal.

He absentmindedly sorted through the papers on his desk, meticulously organizing them into neat piles. It was a futile effort. His mind was elsewhere, replaying old memories. The team lunches, the office celebrations, the inside jokes. All of it seemed suddenly… irrelevant.

He felt a prickling sensation behind his eyes as he looked at a photo on his desk. His daughter, smiling brightly during a company picnic. He thought about the stability, the predictability, the future they had assumed. All of it felt unstable now.