Gemotions

"This building is amazing, doesn't it make you want to work here?" I’d been saying it all week, trying to act normal. But now, seeing David, my "fellow architect," sweeping the lobby, I felt a stab in my chest. He was supposed to be designing it.

My heart pounded against my ribs. I had been so convinced.

My carefully constructed reality began to crumble. The polished marble floor seemed to tilt, and the grand windows suddenly looked like gaping holes. I felt exposed, stripped bare.