Gemotions

The notification popped up during a crucial moment in the game. From Ethan, the one who always tripped him in the halls. The sudden intrusion shattered his focus. He lost the round. He slammed the controller down and swore under his breath.

He stormed into the kitchen, grabbing a bag of chips and devouring them without tasting. His fingers were still twitching, his heart rate elevated.

He needed to escape his mind. He pulled on his running shoes, the laces feeling tight and restrictive.

He ran, pushing himself harder than usual, his breaths coming in short, harsh gasps. The physical exertion helped, but the image of Ethan’s name on his screen still lingered, a persistent, unwelcome echo.