Gemotions

Michael stared at the screen, a strange hollowness filling his chest. The request was from Kevin "The Hammer" Harrison. He hadn't thought about Kevin in years. Years. A wave of dizziness washed over him, and he instinctively reached for the water bottle on his desk, bringing it to his lips and drinking quickly. Kevin. The guy who'd stolen his lunch money every day and called him names. Now, Kevin wanted to be his friend.

He felt his pulse quicken, and a bead of sweat trickled down his temple. He couldn't believe it. He closed the window and took a deep breath, trying to calm down. The air in his office suddenly felt thick, too heavy. What was the angle? Why now? He felt compelled to check again and again before closing his laptop to work.