Gemotions

The phone vibrated in his pocket, a jarring tremor that seemed to vibrate through his entire body. He pulled it out, already knowing what the notification would say. It was a friend request. From Kevin “The Hammer” Hamilton. His old baseball teammate, the one who always had a sneer on his face and a cutting comment ready to go.

He ran a hand through his hair, mussing it further. He stood at the bus stop, the cold wind whipping around him. He glared at the phone screen. He felt a pressure building behind his eyes. He leaned against the damp brick wall of the building, feeling the moisture seep through his jacket.

He needed to get away, to disappear. He felt a sudden, desperate urge to walk, to run. He looked up the street, at the endless flow of traffic, then back down, at the empty road ahead. He made a decision and began walking.