Gemotions

The cold seeped through Leo's suit, the chill mirroring the growing desperation in his heart. Opposite him, Chloe was weeping silently, her shoulders shaking. He wanted to comfort her, but he couldn't even manage to control the tremors in his own hands. Three hours. The number had become a curse.

He imagined the meeting he was missing, the crucial decisions that needed to be made. He felt a mounting sense of futility, a feeling of being rendered powerless, irrelevant. The walls seemed to be closing in, crushing his hopes, his ambitions, his very being. He was bound, held in place, a captive of the metal box.