Gemotions

The office air conditioning hummed, a monotonous drone that amplified the anxiety swirling within Leo. His hands were clammy as he stared at the screen. A friend request: Tiffany. The girl who used to delight in making him feel like an insect. He felt a tightening in his chest.

He swiveled in his chair, gazing out the window at the cityscape. The buildings, typically symbols of progress and opportunity, now seemed to tower over him, their shadows swallowing him whole. He felt an intense need to break free, to escape the suffocating weight of the past.

He reached for his phone, but his hand froze mid-air. He knew whatever decision he made, he was going to be dealing with the repercussions.