Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed into Leo's office, painting the dust motes dancing in the air. He watched them, mesmerized, as though they held the secret to everything. He found himself avoiding eye contact with his phone. The notifications, the emails, the constant pressure—it was too much.

His fingers idly tapped on the desk. Every decision, every project, seemed to demand a price. He felt a deep ache within him, a heavy emptiness that wouldn't go away. He leaned back in his chair and stared out the window.