Gemotions

He watched the sunset paint the sky with fiery hues of orange and gold, a perfect ending to a perfect day. A gentle breeze whispered through the palm trees, carrying the scent of salt and the sound of crashing waves. He felt at home in the world. He was living his dream. He was pleased.

His phone buzzed, a jarring intrusion. He frowned. He looked at the request. “Ethan Miller.” He felt a twinge of something in his chest. A friend request from the bully who had made his school life a misery. He clicked accept.