Gemotions

The stale air felt thick, heavy in Elias’s lungs. He felt like he'd been punched. He watched his coworker, Olivia, tap her foot impatiently. He knew they were expecting him for the meeting. He could almost hear the disappointment in his boss’s voice.

He ran a hand over his face, feeling the stubble on his chin. He hadn't slept well in days. The pressure had been relentless. His heart was hammering against his ribs. He felt sick.

He swallowed hard, trying to dislodge the lump in his throat. He leaned against the wall, the cold metal a small comfort. He felt as if he was sinking into the floor.