Gemotions

John sat frozen, staring at the screen. The profile of *Kyle_The_Krusher* mocked him. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple. He felt a familiar hollowness in his gut.

His knuckles were white as he gripped the edge of the table. He took a deep, shaky breath, trying to calm the sudden tremor in his hands. It was the last thing he wanted.

John stood up abruptly and started pacing the length of his living room, muttering under his breath. He stopped in front of the window, staring out at the vibrant cityscape, completely oblivious to its beauty.