Gemotions

The clicking of his keyboard felt irritatingly loud to Michael. He rubbed at his temples, trying to ward off the headache that was slowly creeping in. He couldn't focus on his work; the news from this morning kept swirling in his mind.

He picked at the corner of a sticky note, a small, unconscious act of destruction. He had been looking forward to a promotion, maybe even a new role. Now, all those hopes seemed… fragile.

He felt a deep resistance to the tasks that normally filled his day. He wanted to scream, to lash out, to break something. Instead, he just sat there, frozen.