Gemotions

A wave of warmth, like the ghost of a summer day, washed over Amelia as she surveyed the bustling office. The news had sunk in like a stone. John, the intern, with his youthful energy and casual confidence, was earning a higher salary. She, who had poured her heart and soul into this company for twenty years, felt a tender pull in her heart.

She found herself replaying her early career in her mind: the initial thrill, the passionate belief in what she was doing. She pictured her younger self, full of enthusiasm, eager to prove herself. That young woman had vanished with time.

She gently touched the old, leather-bound journal she kept on her desk, the one she'd filled with hopes and dreams. She felt a lightness in her chest, a feeling she hadn't experienced in years, accompanied by a touch of sadness.