Gemotions

Sarah’s thumb hovered over the ‘accept’ button. Years melted away, and she could practically smell the stale popcorn from the school cafeteria. Michael, the one who used to trip her in the halls, was now requesting her friendship. Her apartment was silent except for the hum of the refrigerator. She hadn't spoken to anyone all day, not even the grocery store clerk. The sheer emptiness of her schedule pressed down on her chest. A deep sigh escaped her, and she pushed the phone away, the reflection of her downcast eyes staring back at her from the darkened screen.