Gemotions

The request was from "Ashley Riley." A name that used to send shivers down my spine. The girl who had always been cruel and dismissive. I thought back to the school hallways, the whispers, the isolation. I should delete the request. But I didn't.

Her profile revealed a woman, older, perhaps worn down by the world, standing in front of what looked like her shop, with her hands resting on her hips. I felt a surprising pang, not of fear, but something else. I typed, "Hi Ashley. Long time! How's life treating you?" The words felt strange, unfamiliar, but right.