Gemotions

The world tilted on its axis. He couldn’t breathe. It was a simple friend request. From Brad. The name seemed to scream from the screen. He felt a strange tingling in his hands, as if he were holding something dangerous.

He gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles white. The air conditioning hummed, a monotonous drone that amplified the frantic beating of his heart. He wanted to shout, to smash something.

His mind raced, a whirlwind of fragmented memories. He had to calm down. He had to. But the knot in his stomach refused to loosen.