Gemotions

He’d always felt safe, hidden behind a screen. Now, she was real, potentially nearby. The tremor started in his fingertips and spread through his limbs. Ethan’s gaze darted around his bedroom, cataloging every detail.

"I think I saw you at the arcade downtown last night! What a coincidence," read the message. The arcade. He’d gone there. The images of flashing lights and loud music were now tainted, each game a potential threat.

He went to the window, pulling the blinds closed. The sudden darkness provided little comfort. He couldn't shake the sensation of being watched. He sat on his bed, rigid, a knot of unease tightening in his chest.