Gemotions

Rain hammered against the windowpane, mirroring the steady drumming of the air conditioner. Mark stared at the email on his laptop, the subject line screaming “Reunion Invitation!” He scrolled through the details: date, time, venue. He noted the price of admission.

He rubbed his eyes, a familiar ache settling behind them. He’d barely looked at his classmates’ faces in years. He’d built a life that had nothing to do with them. He wasn't particularly interested in seeing them now.

He sighed, clicked the "delete" button, and then closed the laptop, the screen reflecting his own tired face. Another day.