Gemotions

The cold pizza sat untouched on the counter, a silent testament to the evening’s abrupt derailment. Michael stared at the request, the blue glow of the screen reflecting in his widened eyes. It was from Jason Bradley, the king of the playground, the one who’d made his childhood a constant battle.

He felt a tightness in his chest, making it hard to breathe. He had built a good life for himself, finally feeling at peace. Now, this… this disruption. He spun away from the screen, unable to face the specter of his past that had suddenly resurfaced.

He felt his hands clench into fists and he had to fight the urge to throw something.