Gemotions

Her teeth ground together. The notification from Robert Miller. Twenty years. Twenty years, and he had the audacity… He’d been the architect of her teenage misery, and now he wanted to be friends?

She gripped the edge of her desk, her knuckles bone-white. Her palms were sweating. She saw her reflection in the dark screen, a stranger staring back. She wanted to scream. She wanted to lash out.

She breathed deeply. She felt a deep, slow burn, and it was spreading. She would not react. She would not give him the satisfaction. She would ignore him. She clicked the 'ignore' button and kept going.