Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. He sat across from the newcomer, a young man named Chris, going over the intricacies of their shared tasks. A wave of regret washed over him. He felt the cold touch of the present.

He pointed to the screen, his hand trembled slightly. Each keystroke, each click, felt like a farewell. The younger man was enthusiastic, eager to learn. A lump formed in his throat.

"Okay," Chris said, "and then...?" His eyes flickered down to the documents, and he said "That is about it," as his voice cracked. He felt his face heat up, and he could barely look. He just wanted it to be over.