Gemotions

"High school reunion? Seriously?" Mark tossed the invitation onto the cluttered desk. It bounced off a stack of unpaid invoices and landed face down. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture conveying his utter lack of enthusiasm.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd truly smiled. The air in his cramped office felt thick, stagnant. He stared out the window at the gray sky, a perfect match to his mood. He had a tight feeling around his chest, a sense of being trapped.

He reached for the half-empty bottle of water, taking a long, slow gulp. The coolness did little to soothe the tightness.