Gemotions

He stared at the invitation, the glossy paper reflecting the harsh fluorescent light of his kitchen. His breath hitched. It was just a thin piece of cardstock, but it felt like a lead weight in his hand. “Westwood High… Reconnection Celebration.”

He glanced around at the cluttered kitchen, a symphony of mismatched mugs and haphazardly stacked mail. Twenty years. How had that much time passed? He hadn’t felt a day over twenty-five until this very second.

A wave of dizziness washed over him. He needed to sit down. He felt like the room was tilting. He sank into a chair, his gaze fixed on the invitation. The small print blurred before his eyes.