Gemotions

He tried to keep his tone even as he explained the intricacies of the code to the new junior developer, a kid named Leo. His fingers fumbled with the keyboard, the familiar tactile pleasure of typing gone. His mind was a jumble of fragmented thoughts, each competing for attention. He felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

He hadn’t realized how much this job had become a part of him. He looked around his office, at the posters, the half-finished projects, the detritus of a life spent in front of a screen. It felt like he was being forced to abandon a cherished friend. His vision blurred, and he had to take a few deep breaths.