Gemotions

The invitation sat, a gleaming beacon of unwelcome nostalgia, on the kitchen table. Liam ignored it for two days. Then, he picked it up and ripped it into tiny pieces, the sound strangely satisfying. The small act was followed by an intense urge to sweep the tiny remnants into the trash, which he did with excessive vigor.

He wanted to scream. He wanted to break something. The thought of seeing *them* – the people who had made his high school years a living hell – churned his stomach. He’d worked hard to escape, to reinvent himself. Why would he willingly return to that suffocating environment?

He grabbed his keys and slammed the door behind him, the force shaking the entire house. He needed to get out.