Gemotions

“God, no,” mumbled Susan, staring at the notification. It was from Greg, the boy who had made high school a living hell. She was just about to log off for the night, feeling content after a productive day. Now, her chest felt suddenly constricted.

She leaned back in her chair, the sudden tension making her muscles ache. She remembered every hurtful word, every cutting remark, every moment of humiliation. She pressed her fingertips against her eyelids, trying to push away the flood of unwanted memories. The clean lines of her home office, her carefully curated surroundings, felt somehow tainted by the digital shadow of her past. She closed her laptop, her decision made.