Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, a rhythmic drumming that oddly soothed Liam's nerves. He leaned back in his chair, the leather cool against his back. He clasped his hands loosely in his lap, feeling the slight give of the material.

He envisioned the job, the creative challenges, the steady schedule. He knew he'd thrive here. The certainty wrapped around him like a warm blanket. His gaze softened, the world looking vibrant and uncomplicated.

He listened to the rhythmic tick of the grandfather clock in the corner of the room, a sound that grounded him. He felt prepared. He had this.