Gemotions

Mark saw the email pop up on his computer screen: “Your 20th High School Reunion!” He clicked on it, his heart leaping into his throat. The words blurred before his eyes. The memories, the awkward moments, the perceived slights – all of it flooded back with stunning clarity.

He quickly closed the laptop, a shudder running down his spine. The air in his office suddenly felt thick, stifling. He stood up abruptly and walked to the window, staring out at the cityscape, feeling an overwhelming urge to run away. He felt the phantom pressure of other people's expectations.

He ran his hand through his hair, a nervous gesture he hadn't realized he still possessed. It was a no. It had to be.