Gemotions

He stared at the link. *Teenage Thoughts: Uncensored!* It sat there, bold and accusatory. He felt a prickly heat rise in his skin. His first instinct was to delete everything, run and hide. He didn't. He took another breath.

He spent the afternoon at the park, watching the children play. He saw a young boy crying because he had fallen and scraped his knee. The boy's father was trying to soothe him. He quietly went over to them and offered them a plaster, which he had in his pocket.

The day ended with him writing a letter to a friend, whom he had wronged years ago. He told him he was sorry.