Gemotions

The minutes ticked by, each one an agonizing eternity. Mark slumped against the wall, the cool metal offering a temporary solace. He rubbed his face with his hands, trying to shake off the growing fog that was clouding his thoughts. His eyelids felt heavy, as if weighted down. "Do you think they know we're here?" he asked his colleague, Emily, his voice barely a whisper.

Emily was fiddling with her phone, her brow furrowed in concentration. The elevator's lights flickered, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. Mark stared at the floor, the tiles blurring before his eyes. He craved to just let go.