Gemotions

"No," whispered David, the word barely audible. He was sitting at his desk. Across the room, the cursor blinked on the friend request. From Kevin. The school bully. The one who made life a nightmare. He pressed his palms flat against the wooden surface, the surface was cold.

He sat there for a long time, the silence of his office amplifying the rapid thump of his heart. He ran his hand through his hair, leaving a tangle of disarray. He was a successful lawyer now. He didn't need this. He would ignore it. He needed to focus.

He clicked on the news website, trying to distract himself, but his eyes kept drifting back to the persistent notification. He had to make a decision. The longer he waited the more intense the feeling became.