Gemotions

He’d always considered himself to be quite stoic, but John felt a tremor pass through him as he heard the news. He pressed his lips together and looked out the window. The city sprawled before him, an endless tapestry of unknown futures. The familiar skyline had taken on a new, alien character.

He had built his life on routine, and now that foundation was crumbling. He rose from his chair and walked to the break room, grabbing a stale donut. He chewed on it slowly, the texture sticking in his throat.

The thought of searching for a new job, facing new people, learning new systems…it felt like a burden he was unequipped to bear. He looked at the faces of his coworkers, their forced smiles and whispered conversations. They all felt the same, he was certain.