Gemotions

He leaned back in his chair, the weight of the day lifting from his shoulders. The scent of woodsmoke mingled with the sharp, clean smell of pine needles, a perfect backdrop to the starlit sky. The crackling fire cast dancing shadows, and the warmth radiated through him. He found the world to be beautiful. It was a good night.

His phone buzzed. He knew what it was before he looked. His past. It was a friend request. It came from the dreaded name. “Jason Carter.” The boy who made him cry as a child. He thought the feeling might be cathartic. He clicked the button.