Gemotions

He stood on the corner, grinning. Ben’s jaw tightened. A vein throbbed in his temple. It was *him*. Mark. The online troll who’d spent the last six months relentlessly mocking his art. The audacity! He felt his stomach churn. He'd been looking for a gallery to display his work, and Mark had almost made him give up.

His hands shook as he started to advance towards Mark. The urge to punch him was almost unbearable. He could feel the blood rising to his face. He'd spent countless nights feeling small and worthless because of this guy. And now he was standing right there, like it was perfectly normal.

“What the *hell* are you doing here?” the words rasped out of him, his voice barely a whisper. The smile on Mark’s face faltered.