Gemotions

The flyer, bright and bold, landed on Michael's desk. The words shouted at him: "Northwood High - 30 Year Reunion!" He felt his breath catch in his throat. Thirty years? It seemed like a lifetime.

He read the details, his eyes scanning the familiar names, the promises of laughter and friendship. He leaned back in his chair, feeling a sense of disorientation. The present blurred with the past, the lines between reality and memory becoming distorted.

He felt suddenly, incredibly vulnerable. He was being asked to step back in time, to confront the ghosts of his youth. The thought made him feel like he was going to fall.