Gemotions

John stretched, every muscle in his body singing a song of contentment. The morning sun painted the lake a shimmering gold, and the air was crisp and clean. He ran a hand through his hair, still damp from his swim, a silly grin plastered across his face. The world felt… perfect. He’d just finished writing a chapter of his novel, a story that poured from his heart without effort, and the words practically danced off the page. He glanced at his phone, a forgotten presence on the table.

He stared at the small screen, and his jaw dropped. It was a friend request. He’d barely recognised the name. "Kevin Miller" it read. Kevin Miller, the kid who used to make his life a misery. He frowned. What did this mean? He chuckled. He then clicked accept.