Gemotions

The overhead lights began to dim, casting long, eerie shadows across the faces of the two employees trapped inside. For James, it was as if something was unraveling within him. He felt a profound sense of dislocation, like he wasn't really there.

He looked at his colleague, Carol, but couldn’t make eye contact. He wanted to sit down, but his legs felt like jelly. He took a shaky breath, the air around him suddenly smelling metallic and stale.

He found himself gripping the handrail so hard his knuckles turned white. His heart hammered in his chest, a frantic rhythm against the stillness. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. He just stood there, paralyzed, watching the seconds tick by with agonizing slowness.