Gemotions

The phone felt heavy in her hand. "Mr. Bell followed you." A flicker of surprise. He’d been her physics teacher, the one who always wore the same tweed jacket and spoke in complex equations that she only sometimes understood. It was as if a door had creaked open, revealing a view of a landscape she hadn't visited in ages. She started scrolling through his profile, pictures of complex scientific models and conference halls. A weight of unspoken sentiment settled within her, a delicate ache. She felt a yearning, a silent wish for a return to simpler days, days filled with the promise of future possibilities.