Gemotions

He stared at the drawing, a crimson flush creeping up his neck. It was pinned to the fridge with a magnet shaped like a heart, a glaring reminder of his past. The childish image, a creature with exaggerated features and a goofy grin, was a near-perfect copy of his childhood confidant. He shoved his hands into his pockets, nails digging into his palms.

He slammed the refrigerator door. The noise echoed through the otherwise quiet house. He wanted to yell, to break something, to scream at the absurdity of it all. He paced the kitchen, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

He had buried this long ago, and now, it was resurrected.