Gemotions

The phone vibrated. "New friend request: Emily Carter." It was a cold, cruel joke. Liam threw the phone down on the table, the small device rattling. He could almost hear her, her voice dripping with disdain.

The images swirled. The laughter. The whispered insults. The feeling of being insignificant. It seemed to grip him, a tangible, suffocating weight.

He picked up his phone. He looked at the request, the picture of a woman with a bland smile. He felt a powerful urge to throw the phone against the wall. He did not. He placed it carefully back on the table.