Gemotions

He walked past the break room, the usual hub of chatter and laughter, without a glance. John, usually a social creature, now felt an aversion to it. The pay of the new hire was a crushing blow.

He sat at his desk, his shoulders slumped, the weight of his thoughts bearing down on him. The familiar hum of the office felt like a relentless reminder of his… status. He ran a hand through his hair, the strands feeling coarse and unkempt.

He felt a sense of… resignation. The energy was gone. The drive was missing. He just wanted to disappear.