Gemotions

"Accepted" was the button that finally broke. Clara felt a strange sense of release, mixed with something else she couldn't name, as she clicked it. Mark Olsen. He’d made her life a misery for years. She sat down, her body shaking a little.

She reached for a glass of water, her hand clumsy. She felt a burning need to justify herself, to explain her pain. But to whom? And what would it accomplish? She could hardly meet her own eyes in the mirror.

She opened the messages, her fingers hovering over the reply box, unsure of what to write, what words could convey the jumble of emotions churning within her.