Gemotions

He leaned back in his chair, a frown etched on his face. *Michael Davies sent you a friend request.* The bully, the one who had always found his weaknesses. He felt a sudden, unwelcome wave of the past. He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit he hadn't realized he still possessed.

He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to shake the feeling of unease. He opened the social media platform again, and then slammed the laptop shut. He stood up, and began to stare outside. He wondered about Michael. He began to wonder about himself. He turned away and put on his coat.