Gemotions

He stared at the screen, the cursor blinking mockingly. Sarah Miller, the name emblazoned above the little "Confirm" button, brought back a flood of memories: a red-faced, freckled tormentor, a voice that could curdle milk. His gut clenched, a familiar, unwelcome sensation.

He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his already tousled hair. The office was quiet, the fluorescent lights humming a dull song. He had a deadline looming, but somehow, this small digital gesture seemed more pressing.

He finally clicked the accept button, then closed his eyes. The tension gradually faded. He took a deep breath. She could wait. He could wait. He’d deal with whatever he wanted later.