Gemotions

A tremor ran through her as the notification popped up. Sarah recognized the name instantly. Michael. The boy who’d made her life a misery in middle school. The knot in her stomach tightened. She let out a breath, steadying her shaking hand.

She could almost feel the phantom sting of his words again. The whispered insults. The relentless teasing. She’d tried to forget him, to bury that period of her life. Now, here he was, digitally resurrecting himself.

Scrolling through his profile was like walking through a minefield. Each photo, each post felt like a fresh attempt to wound her. She envisioned him typing out the message, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. She slammed her laptop shut. This whole thing was absurd.