Gemotions

He stared at the screen, a low hum vibrating in his chest. “Samantha Jones wants to be your friend.” It wasn't the request itself, but the unexpectedness of it that unsettled him. His hands started to feel cold and clammy.

He’d been perfectly content, enjoying the quiet of his apartment. Now, the walls seemed to be closing in. He felt the need to fidget, to move. He got up and walked to the window, gazing out at the street below. Every car that drove past felt intrusive, adding to the general sense of unease.

He didn't want to think about the past, about the reasons why Samantha might be reaching out. He just wanted things to stay as they were. He rubbed his hands together, trying to warm them. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the racing thoughts that threatened to overwhelm him.