Gemotions

"Well, that's just great," muttered Kevin under his breath. He was slumped in his chair, staring at the screen. The email, with its cheerful graphics and generic language, felt like a slap in the face. It didn’t matter that he had poured his heart and soul into his work.

He drummed his fingers on his desk, a restless rhythm. A sense of unease settled in his stomach, a cold, heavy lump. He felt a constant pressure on his chest, making it difficult to breathe. The open floor plan suddenly seemed to shrink, the walls closing in on him.

He was stuck. He knew he was. He looked at his cluttered desk, at the stacks of papers and half-finished projects. He felt a sudden, overpowering urge to just walk away, to leave everything behind. But he couldn't.