Gemotions

He stared at the potted plant, a miniature bonsai tree. Mr. Williams, the music teacher, felt a tightness in his chest. From Chloe, the girl who constantly complained about her violin lessons. A note attached.

He moved the small plant onto his desk. "Thanks for not giving up on me." The words danced before his eyes. His breath caught in his throat.

He rose from his chair, a sudden urge to flee washing over him. The classroom walls seemed to close in, and he felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. He had to go, to breathe.