Gemotions

The sterile white walls of his bedroom seemed to close in around Noah. He hadn’t touched his guitar in days. A notification pinged: *Mrs. Kim is now following you.* His music teacher. A wave of icy dread washed over him. He hated everyone.

He avoided her during music class, staring at the floor, the melody of the song feeling like a betrayal of his inner state. After class, Mrs. Kim attempted to engage him in a conversation, but he dismissed her curtly, muttering about his busy schedule. He fled the classroom, feeling the weight of her disappointment.