Gemotions

Michael's chest felt light, like he could float away. He'd nearly thrown the invitation across the room when he first saw it – the dreaded high school reunion. But now, as he reread the embossed text, a strange, excited energy coursed through him. He pictured himself walking into the ballroom, head held high, a vision of the successful man he'd become.

He imagined the surprised looks on their faces – the ones who’d dismissed him as a quiet kid. He'd even started a workout regime last month, already seeing results. He checked his reflection in the mirror, pulling his shoulders back, imagining the confidence he would exude. It was time to show them what he was made of.