Gemotions

The fluorescent lights buzzed incessantly, mirroring the tension in Leo’s head. He found himself avoiding eye contact, staring at his computer screen as if a solution would magically appear. He felt a profound sense of drain.

The relentless demands of the project, combined with the pressure of the promotion, had worn him down. He overheard the hushed conversations about him and Sarah; the gossip that would decide their fates.

His mouth tasted like metal. He leaned back in his chair, trying to stretch away the knots in his shoulders. He felt an intense desire to simply shut down, to retreat into the silence.