Gemotions

The weight of the silence in the breakroom felt suffocating. Amelia stared out the window, watching the city bus pass by, her gaze unfocused. Her phone felt heavy in her pocket; she half-expected to have already received a text.

She'd poured her heart and soul into the marketing campaign, the one they both presented, hoping to stand out. Liam, her competitor, always knew how to charm.

She felt a hollowness in her chest. She reached for the half-empty packet of chips on the table. She opened it and ate them, one after another, feeling a sense of dread.

She felt a burning sensation in her eyes. It was hard to breathe.