Gemotions

The request was from Kyle, a ghost from the past. The boy who had the best of everything, while I was stuck in the hand-me-downs. Now, here he was, seeking connection. Alex remembered the sting of every slight, every cruel joke.

He scrolled through Kyle’s profile. A tired face stared back. The car needed work. The house… well, it wasn’t much. Alex leaned back in his chair.

A strange buzzing, akin to a swarm of insects, filled his head. He thought of all the things he had. All the things he could leverage. He would string him along, he decided. He would make him feel like he had a chance, only to pull the rug out from under him.