Gemotions

The streetlights cast an eerie glow as Chloe walked toward the park bench. "Nightshade" had sent her a picture of the bench, making the situation undeniably real. They shared poems and secrets for months.

A chill ran up her spine despite the mild evening. She wrapped her arms around herself, as if to protect her core. The shadows seemed to lengthen and twist into menacing shapes.

A figure was already seated on the bench, and Chloe’s feet grew heavy. She wanted to turn back, disappear into the darkness. But she forced herself to keep moving.