Gemotions

He had seen it online. A support forum dedicated to their shared affliction. He’d initially dismissed it, but the emails kept coming, invitations, messages, attempts at connection.

He’d finally logged in, his fingers hovering over the keyboard.

He scrolled through the posts, the shared experiences, the collective misery. Then he saw it: a name, a familiar username, a person he’d crossed paths with once, years ago. He felt a surge of… something. Anger? Resentment? He slammed his laptop shut, the cold glare of the screen reflecting his own grim face. He was not going to participate.