Gemotions

Liam found himself pacing his apartment late at night. The city lights outside blurred into a hazy mess. He couldn't sleep. Every creak of the floorboards, every distant siren, amplified his anxiety. He kept replaying the interview, dissecting every word, every gesture.

He ran a hand through his hair, pulling at the strands. He felt a sense of unreality, as if the world were tilting. His thoughts ping-ponged between hope and despair. He thought about his ambitions, the plans he had made.

He glanced at the picture of him and his wife. He felt a surge of protectiveness. The promotion meant so much, for their future, for everything. He needed to be calm, to project confidence. He could barely stand still.