Gemotions

He stared at the spreadsheet, the numbers blurring, becoming meaningless shapes. His head throbbed, a relentless drumbeat against his skull. The data analysis department had become a prison. His energy had been drained, leaving him numb. He felt a sense of disconnect, like an observer to his own existence.

The internal memo was terse, to the point. He was being reassigned to the human resources department. He felt nothing except a profound sense of emptiness.

The move was the final nail in the coffin. He didn't even pack. His things stayed. The emptiness would remain.