Gemotions

"High School Reunion," she muttered, the words dripping with disdain. Her nails, normally meticulously manicured, scraped against the paper as she read the flowery prose. A twitch started in her left eye.

This wasn't an invitation; it was a demand. A summons to revisit the ghosts of her past, the people she'd strived to leave behind. A surge of… anger? Yes, definitely anger.

She crumpled the card, then tossed it into the fireplace, watching the flames lick at the edges. She felt the heat on her face, the rising tide of… something… as the paper burned to ash. Good riddance.