Gemotions

Michael slammed the invitation against the kitchen counter, the cheap paper slapping down with a loud crack. He stalked around the cramped room, pacing like a caged animal. Every single memory associated with that place, that time, resurfaced with a vengeance.

He snatched up a mug, his hand shaking slightly as he poured himself a cup of coffee. The dark liquid sloshed over the rim, staining the counter. He didn't even notice. He was already composing angry responses in his head, envisioning the faces of the people he had to endure.

He threw the invitation into the trash, then immediately pulled it back out. He was not going to let them win. He would go, and he would show them.