Gemotions

He stared at the screen, the blue light reflecting in his wide eyes. "Accept?" the button taunted. He imagined the smug grin, the condescending tilt of the head. It felt like a trap, this simple request, a spiderweb designed to ensnare him again.

A knot formed in his throat, making it difficult to breathe. He felt a desperate urge to flee the room, to escape the digital echo of the past. The walls of his apartment suddenly felt too close, suffocating. He needed air, needed to be anywhere but here.

He muttered, "No. Absolutely not," and slammed the laptop shut, the abrupt action a violent release. His heart raced, a hummingbird trapped in his chest.