Gemotions

"Reunion, huh?" She tossed the letter onto the overflowing recycling bin. The gesture was deliberate, a small act of defiance. The wastebasket seemed like the perfect place for it.

The smugness of the invitation was revolting. They’d likely all settled into the roles he’d envisioned years ago, a monotonous cycle of suburbia. He wouldn’t be a part of their charade.

He felt the familiar tightening in his chest, a sensation he had come to recognize as a precursor to his anger. He took a deep, shaky breath, trying to calm himself.