Gemotions

"Michael Banning wants to be your friend." The words vibrated in Amelia’s head. She stared at the screen, a strange tremor running through her. Her palms felt clammy. He had been the one who’d convinced her she wasn't good enough, who’d constantly belittled her.

A slow, deliberate heat spread through her chest. It was like a forgotten memory, suddenly awakened. She found herself biting her lip, her gaze fixed on the profile picture. He looked… different. Older, maybe wiser.

She leaned back in her chair, the leather cool against her skin. A low hum filled her ears. She felt a strong urge to get up, pace, do *something*. She finally clicked “Confirm”. Her body felt lighter now, ready for whatever game he wanted to play.