Gemotions

Mark saw the follow request pop up as he ate his breakfast. Ms. Chen. The art teacher. He almost choked on his cereal. He'd poured all this effort into his landscapes, and she was following *Sam*. Sam, who was always so… confident, so effortlessly cool.

He re-checked the profile. There it was, a painting of Sam's, already accumulating likes. He felt a pinch in his gut, like a small, cold hand.

He shoved the rest of his breakfast into his mouth. He felt the need to destroy something, anything. He pushed his chair back from the table with unnecessary force.