Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the office felt like a personal attack. He scowled at the posters on the wall, the cheerful slogans mocking his mood. He avoided the kitchen, the aroma of fresh coffee a torment.

He’d been trying to be positive, to focus on the work, but his thoughts kept returning to Maya. Her easy success, her seemingly effortless rise, it ground him down. He hated her luck.

He sat at his desk, his gaze fixed on the blank screen. Every task felt impossible. He felt trapped, a prisoner in his own life. The walls seemed to be closing in.