Gemotions

The phone vibrated in his hand, a seemingly innocent ping that set off a cascade of unease. He stared at the screen, at the words: "Ryan Peterson wants to be your friend." He felt a strange, disembodied sensation, as if his feet weren't touching the ground. He had a hard time processing the information.

He blinked, trying to clear his head, but the notification remained. He felt trapped, pinned down, like a butterfly under glass. The air in the room felt thick, and he found it difficult to breathe. He wanted to scream, to lash out, to make it all stop. He needed to be away from this.