Gemotions

He’d just finished a grueling shift at the hospital, his muscles aching, his mind exhausted. James stared at his phone, his throat constricting. The text, a detailed account of his growing doubts about his career, meant for his mentor, had gone to his father, a man who consistently belittled his ambitions.

His hands began to tremble. He could almost hear his father's dismissive laughter echoing in his ears. The feeling of dread was overwhelming, a heavy weight pressing down on his chest. He felt like he was back in his childhood bedroom, facing his father's unwavering disapproval.