Gemotions

The meeting was a blur. Every sentence felt like a burden. John struggled to maintain focus. His eyelids felt heavy, like lead weights.

He learned the awful truth earlier. The new hire, Susan, fresh out of school, was earning more. He, who had been there for a decade. It felt impossible, wrong.

He rubbed his temples, trying to ward off the throbbing headache that was quickly developing. The room felt too warm, and the voices around him had become a dull, persistent buzz. The desire to just cease existing in the moment was strong.