Gemotions

A tremor ran through David’s hands, making him spill a little coffee on the counter. His wife, bustling around the kitchen, gave him a questioning look. "Everything alright, honey?" she asked. He just waved a dismissive hand, trying to appear nonchalant.

It was *him*. The name, *Chad Miller*, was a fist clenching in his gut. He hadn’t thought about Chad in… well, a very long time. His fingers hovered over the “accept” button. The digital space felt suddenly too small, suffocating. He needed air.

He moved to the open window. The birds chirped, the sun shone, and the world seemed to continue on, indifferent. That was the most frustrating part, wasn't it? He slammed the window shut, the sound echoing in the otherwise peaceful house. He wouldn't click accept. Not today. Maybe never.