Gemotions

The afternoon felt long, each hour dragging by like an eternity. John found himself staring out the window, his attention lost to the traffic below. He usually thrived on the bustle, the activity, but today it was a grating distraction. He couldn’t focus.

A wave of emptiness washed over him. He felt hollow, as if a vital part of him had been ripped away. The news about the sale had shattered his carefully constructed sense of security. The implications were a heavy weight.

He felt a sudden urge to escape, to run, to flee from the office, from the impending uncertainty. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, trying to calm the turmoil within. He pressed his palms against his temples, fighting the dizziness that threatened to consume him.