Gemotions

He stared at the screen, the cursor blinking accusingly. Mark's stomach churned, a bitter taste rising in his mouth. The friend request from Jason. Jason, the kid who’d made his life a misery in middle school. He still recalled the mocking laughter, the way Jason would corner him after school.

His hand trembled as he reached for the mouse. He wanted to scream, to lash out, but the words wouldn't come. He felt strangely weak.

A memory flashed: Jason, surrounded by friends, pointing and laughing. He felt a lump forming in his throat, a tightness he hadn't experienced in years. He wanted to curl up in a ball and disappear. Instead, he just sat there, staring blankly at the screen.