Gemotions

He found himself staring out the window, at the gray sky. He watched the rain begin to fall, a slow, steady drizzle that matched the pace of his thoughts. He closed his eyes, and a wave of exhaustion washed over him.

He’d avoided all interaction with his colleagues today, retreating into his own little world of quiet despair. He felt isolated, alone. The world had become a harsh place.

He finally stood up, his legs stiff. He moved sluggishly toward the door, not even bothering to tidy his desk. He knew he'd need to find a way to get out of this situation.