Gemotions

The cold, metallic taste of the elevator doors felt foreboding. He was going to a social event. He felt trapped, his body a cage. He hated these gatherings. They felt forced. He just wanted to go home.

He felt a familiar pressure in his chest, a tightening that made it difficult to breathe. The world swam around him as if he were underwater. He felt the familiar panic rising.

He looked around. A woman stood next to him. She looked at him with a knowing gaze. "It's the condition, right?" she said, her voice strained.