Gemotions

The weight of the impending meeting settled heavily on Michael's chest. He couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep. The clock ticked, each second a hammer blow against his already fractured self-esteem.

He practiced his response in his head, rehearsing every word, every gesture. Each time, it sounded inadequate, weak. He could feel the eyes of the committee on him, judging him.

He wished he could turn back time. The consequences of his actions loomed like a dark storm cloud. The thought of facing the repercussions sent a chill down his spine.