Gemotions

The notification popped up: a friend request from Jason, the boy who'd once called Emily names and tripped her in the hallways. A wave of heat hit her, making her palms sweat. She instinctively shielded the screen from the prying eyes of her roommate, as if this was a forbidden indulgence.

Emily was captivated by his profile. He was in the army now. Muscular arms, a serious gaze. She found herself imagining conversations, late-night talks, the kind of connection she always craved. She took a deep breath, steeling herself, and sent a simple “Accepted” message. It felt like stepping off a cliff.