Gemotions

She tapped the screen, the notification still there. A request from "Travis." Travis, the boy who had made every day a living hell in middle school. The one who’d always find a way to make her feel small and insignificant. She stared at it, her jaw tight.

She was suddenly aware of how loud the ticking clock on the wall was. Each second felt like an eternity. She stood up, her legs feeling wobbly. She walked to the window and stared out at the rain, the drops blurring her vision.

She felt a coldness wash over her, a deep chill that had nothing to do with the weather. She rubbed her arms, trying to get warm. She wanted to scream, to run, to disappear. She turned away from the window, away from the reminder.