Gemotions

The metallic tang of fear coated Daniel’s mouth. He hadn’t felt like this since… well, since a very long time. His hands, usually steady, were now shaking so badly he could barely keep them in his pockets. He hated weakness. His coworker, Emily, was trying to lighten the mood with a joke, but he didn't even hear what she said. He just stared at the floor.

He shifted from foot to foot. They’d argued before the meeting about the budget cuts. He'd been too aggressive. Too harsh. Now, the weight of their unresolved disagreement sat heavy on his chest. It's what he deserved.

He clenched his fists, the nails digging into his palms. He didn’t dare look at her. He couldn’t face her. The guilt he felt was a heavy thing, a physical burden he wasn't sure he could carry.