Gemotions

"Accept or Ignore?" The choice, presented on the phone's screen, felt like a loaded question. It was from Jessica Miller. Mark, my former tormentor. All the old feelings were back in a rush. The fear. The anger. The humiliation. His hands trembled slightly.

He was sitting in his sunroom, surrounded by plants he diligently cared for, but today, everything seemed suffocating. The sunlight, once welcome, now felt intrusive. His chest felt constricted.

He considered what his life had become. He glanced at his own face in the window, seeing a stranger staring back. He pressed ignore, the action feeling strangely cathartic, like a knot untying. He closed the curtains and went to bed.