Gemotions

The invitation arrived with a flourish, a crisp cardstock summons to the hallowed halls of Northwood High. Sarah tossed the envelope onto the counter, then immediately turned back, snatching it up again. A smile played on her lips, a tiny dance of anticipation.

She hadn't been back in years. The thought of it, of seeing faces she hadn't seen since graduation, felt… invigorating. An odd energy began to buzz beneath her skin.

She spent the afternoon rummaging through boxes in the attic, unearthing forgotten treasures: a faded yearbook, a prom dress she’d sworn she’d never wear again. She traced the names of old friends, a feeling of connectedness blossoming. The world felt brighter, sharper somehow.