Gemotions

Michael stared at the screen, the request from Jessica, who'd made his elementary school years a misery. He could feel a warmth spread through him, a feeling that began in his chest and trickled down to his fingertips. He clicked "Accept," a small action that felt momentous.

He went to the garden, the late afternoon sun warm on his back. He carefully weeded the roses, noticing the delicate unfurling of the buds. The world seemed painted in soft hues. He decided to call his mom and tell her that he was alright. He hadn't called in weeks.