Gemotions

Michael slammed the lid of his laptop shut, the abrupt action echoing in the otherwise quiet office. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands as if trying to pull the news out of his head. This couldn't be happening. He’d just gotten his promotion last month.

He needed air. He rose abruptly, nearly knocking over his chair. He fumbled with the door handle and stumbled into the hallway. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to pulse, mocking him. He walked with a heavy gait, his feet dragging slightly with each step.

"Everything alright, Michael?" his coworker, Emily, asked, her voice laced with concern.

He mumbled a response, something about needing a break, and hurried towards the stairwell. His throat felt constricted, and he couldn't quite meet her gaze. The weight of the news was a physical presence, pressing down on his chest.