Gemotions

"Well, that's just… fantastic," Clara muttered under her breath, her voice laced with sarcasm. Her hand trembled slightly as she clicked on the profile. *Brad_The_Bully_Beast* stared back at her with a bland, almost apologetic smile.

She let out a short, sharp laugh, the sound brittle and humorless. She felt a burning sensation in her cheeks. The memories, sharp and unpleasant, flooded her mind. She pictured his sneering face.

Clara stood from her chair, pacing her small studio apartment. Her breathing became more rapid, her chest tightening. She clenched and unclenched her fists, wanting to smash something.