Gemotions

The sun beat down relentlessly, baking the asphalt and amplifying the oppressive humidity. Robert sat on the porch, a cold drink sweating in his hand. He took a long, slow sip, the sugary liquid failing to quench his thirst. He ran his hand through his hair, a gesture meant to relieve some kind of pressure. A ding.

A friend request. From Peter Davies. Anger. But mostly, a kind of vague indifference. Peter had been the epitome of torment. The memories swirled, vivid, but distant. He wasn't sure why he felt apathetic. He considered what to do, his gaze wandering aimlessly across the street.

He decided to view the profile, and clicked "accept". He sat there, staring at the screen for a moment, and then went inside. He couldn't quite identify what he was feeling, but it wasn't joy.