Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, usually a source of comfort, now filled the office with a reminder of the day's events. He ignored it and stayed at his desk. Sarah’s excited chatter filled the air, a constant reminder of what he had lost. He tried to focus on his work, but his mind kept wandering.

He sat at his desk, his hands clasped tightly together, his knuckles white. The joy that others felt felt like a personal insult. He tried to swallow, but his throat felt constricted.

He felt the sudden urge to throw something, to break something. He took a deep breath, fighting the rising tide of frustration. He needed to leave, to get away from the office.