Gemotions

"Oh, *hell* no," Sarah muttered, but her fingers trembled as she stared at the screen. Michael, who had made her life a living misery with his sneering remarks in middle school, wanted to be her friend. His profile picture showcased a lean jawline and intense eyes. She absentmindedly touched her own cheek, a blush creeping up her neck.

She found herself analyzing his photos: a blurry picture of a concert, a posed graduation portrait. Sarah, a woman who usually scoffed at such things, suddenly cared about his taste in music, his friends, his apparent success. "Maybe he's changed," she whispered to the empty room, a ridiculous notion. Her heart thumped a frantic rhythm as she typed a reply.