Gemotions

The notification from David Miller sat there, blinking. Michael closed his eyes, then opened them again. The name resonated like a discordant note in his mind. David Miller, the kid who had made his life a misery. The memory of the way David would taunt him, push him around in the halls, stung still.

He walked over to the window, peering out at the street below. He felt the need to get outside and clear his head, but his feet were heavy and his hands shook, leaving him rooted. Why now? After all this time. He couldn't shake the question.

He reached for the request button, then hesitated. His hand recoiled. He needed a drink. He went to the kitchen and poured himself a shot of whiskey, the liquor burning a path down his throat.