Gemotions

The trapped feeling didn't bother him in the slightest. The elevator felt like a private sanctuary. He sat down and leaned against the wall, feeling a deep, slow sense of contentment bloom within him.

He’d finally reached his goal. The marathon. He had trained tirelessly, pushing his body to the limit. The finish line was crossed. He had finally achieved it.

Across the elevator, Jessica, was wringing her hands, her face etched with worry. He offered her a warm, reassuring smile. “It’s okay,” he said, his voice low and confident.

He took a slow, deep breath, savoring the feeling. The world seemed different, clearer, more defined.