Gemotions

A tremor ran through Liam as he clicked the profile. Mark, the bane of his elementary school existence, stared back at him, older, more chiseled, a confident smirk playing on his lips. Liam's breath hitched. He found himself replaying every interaction, every shove, every stolen toy, but the anger felt… different now.

He spent the next hour scrolling through Mark's pictures. Hiking trips, group photos at a bar, even a surprisingly good-looking dog. A strange warmth spread through Liam's chest, chasing away the cold memory of playground taunts. The request sat there, pulsing, and Liam, surprisingly, felt compelled to accept it. He tapped the button, a tiny spark igniting in his stomach.