Gemotions

The glossy invitation seemed to scream, highlighting all the things Elias had worked so hard to hide. He considered throwing it in the fire, the way he would have destroyed evidence. He shoved it under the cushions of his couch and tried to forget about it. He failed. The thought of it gnawed at him.

He was a recluse now, keeping to himself. The memories of high school, once a source of pride, now burned like a raw wound. He hadn't spoken to anyone from those days in years. The world had gone on without him, and he hadn't moved. His hand fidgeted with the worn, frayed edge of the couch cushion.

He paced the confines of his small apartment. The walls were closing in. He felt trapped.