Gemotions

He stared at the blinking cursor on his laptop screen, the email subject line mocking him. "Reunion!" he mentally spat. He'd been staring at this same document for three hours, trying to find some semblance of joy in the work, but his mind simply wouldn't co-operate. Every idea felt stale, every sentence a chore. A yawn escaped him, followed by another. He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking in protest. The city outside his window seemed to hum with relentless activity, a stark contrast to the stagnant air in his office.

His gaze drifted to the framed photo on his desk. His high school graduation picture. He saw a kid with bright eyes and a cocky grin, full of ambitions he no longer cared to acknowledge. He wondered what those other kids were up to. He considered hitting 'delete' on the invitation and closing his laptop. The thought held a certain appeal.