Gemotions

The air conditioning hummed, a monotonous drone that did nothing to soothe the tremors running through Ethan's body. He stared out the window, at the bustling street below, a scene of vibrant activity he could no longer participate in. He had an internal battle, should he join in, or just observe.

He had just got promoted. He had worked so hard. This had been the plan. He felt a deep, instinctive reluctance to face the unknown. He’d invested so much of his identity in this job. He felt as if someone had pulled the rug from under him.

He went to find his friend, the only person he felt comfortable speaking to, and leaned against the wall outside his office. He began to explain, his voice a low, hesitant murmur. He did not know how to approach this.