Gemotions

Liam sat in the park across from the office building, the gentle breeze doing little to stir him. He couldn’t bring himself to go inside. The job interview, the pressure, the competition with his friend, Ben – all of it had taken a toll.

He’d barely slept the night before, replaying scenarios in his head. Now, he felt a strange detachment, as if watching the scene unfold from a distance. The thought of engaging, of presenting himself, felt impossible.

He leaned back against the bench, the warmth of the sun failing to reach him. He took a deep breath, but the air didn't seem to fill his lungs properly. He wanted to go home.