Gemotions

The apartment was too tidy, the air too still. John walked around the living room, a feeling of unease buzzing just beneath his skin. He stopped in front of the window, peering out at the street below. Nothing of interest. A notification. The sound of the chime was like a needle to his eardrum.

A friend request. From Michael. His stomach clenched. The bully. He'd never really understood why Michael had targeted him. The memories were vivid. The feeling of powerlessness. He felt a weird, complicated emotion. He almost deleted it right away, but the thought of doing something felt exhausting.

He clicked on the profile, and hit "accept". He immediately regretted it, and wished the day would hurry up and end.