Gemotions

The emergency lights cast a sickly yellow glow on the faces of the two trapped individuals. He’d been feeling this way for days. The weight of his responsibilities felt crushing, and the thought of going home, of facing the emptiness of his apartment, was almost unbearable.

He picked at a loose thread on his jacket. He couldn’t seem to concentrate. His mind raced, replaying conversations, dissecting every word, searching for some hidden meaning.

"Well, this is just great," his coworker, Emily, said with a forced laugh. He nodded, but his focus was elsewhere. He tried to think of anything beyond the walls of the elevator, but the effort was too much.