Gemotions

A chill settled in around David as he scrolled through the friend request. Sarah, his tormentor from high school. He’d spent years meticulously avoiding her and any connection to the past. The knot in his shoulders tightened. He felt every ache of a long, unproductive day. He'd been lying on his couch for hours. The blinds were drawn, and the apartment had a stale, unused scent.

He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture weary. He wondered what she wanted. An apology? A chance to reconnect? Or, the cynical thought gnawed at him, just a casual nod of acknowledgment of his existence? The weight of their shared history pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe. He let out a long sigh, and the image of her, forever etched in his mind, stayed.