Gemotions

The constant clicking of the keyboards in the call center was like a relentless drumbeat, echoing in his brain. Liam hated his new role in technical support. The vibrant energy of the marketing team was long gone.

He could feel the tension in his jaw, the muscles around his eyes twitching. He found himself picking at the skin around his nails, a nervous habit he hadn't indulged in years. Each customer complaint was a personal attack.

At home, he would drink, not to get drunk, but to numb the persistent ache in his chest. He would stare at the television, the images blurring into a meaningless stream of noise. He started to forget the simple pleasure of things, the taste of food, the warmth of the sun.