Gemotions

The email arrived like a phantom touch. Emily stared at the screen, her breath catching in her throat. It was from Chloe, the friend who had publicly humiliated her at prom. The words of remorse seemed distant, echoing across the chasm of time. She reread the message, each sentence a stab of recollection: the whispers, the laughter, the feeling of utter isolation. She had worked hard to forget that night. Now, it was being dragged to the surface again. She felt a familiar hollowness, an emptiness that she thought she'd successfully buried.