Gemotions

He stared at the invitation as if it were a venomous snake. The script, so carefully chosen, so eager, seemed to mock him. Robert set it down with a deliberate thud. Twenty years. Twenty years of avoiding the people in that invitation.

He thought of the faces he'd see, the conversations he'd endure, the forced smiles he'd have to return. His hands clenched. His current life was a mess, and he didn't want the reminder of his failure.

He picked up the invitation again, and with a sneer tore it in half. Then into quarters. Then into tiny little pieces.