Gemotions

He held the invitation aloft, then slowly lowered it. The glossy paper felt cold against his palm. The sight of his old high school's crest brought a knot to his stomach. The past wasn't something he wanted to revisit.

He considered the possibility, the thought of being surrounded by the people who had judged him, belittled him, made his life a misery. The simmering irritation, an old familiar ache, started in his chest and spread through his limbs. He slammed the card back down onto the desk, the sound abrupt in the quiet room.

He’d already made up his mind. He wasn't going.