Gemotions

The sound of the factory machinery echoed through Leo's bones. He used to manage the advertising campaign. Now, he was overseeing the production line. He felt his hands begin to sweat. He hated this, every single aspect of it.

He rubbed his temples, trying to ward off a headache. The relentless noise was wearing him down. He missed the quiet of his old office, the comfort of his ergonomic chair.

He watched the workers moving with a practiced ease, and he felt a surge of… something. He wasn't sure what to call it. It was like a hollow ache, consuming him.