Gemotions

It was a cold hand reaching across time. "Robert Miller." The name appeared on the screen, like a snake. The air seemed to turn icy. The past, with its stinging barbs, surged through Daniel. The breath caught in his throat. He felt trapped.

He stared at the screen, every muscle in his body tense. He felt a deep sense of injustice. He ran his hand through his hair, as if trying to physically erase the image. He felt a profound sense of violation.

He stood up and began pacing the room, his agitation growing with each step. He imagined Robert's smirk, his cruel words. He didn’t want to be around anymore. He sat back down and shut his laptop, his shoulders slumping.