Gemotions

Mark saw the Instagram story. Emily, his online gaming buddy, was at the exact same arcade. They'd battled hordes of aliens nightly online for months. He had hoped they would remain a digital connection.

He checked his own reflection in the darkened screen. He smoothed down his messy hair. He'd put off a haircut. She looked happy, surrounded by the flashing lights and the blaring sounds.

He felt an unfamiliar tightness in his chest. He chewed on his thumbnail. He was suddenly aware of the grime on his hands and the worn-out jeans he wore. He felt the impulse to run away.