Gemotions

“Accepted,” Sarah muttered under her breath, a knot forming in her stomach as she clicked the button. The notification, from David Peterson, had appeared while she was scrolling through memes, and it had instantly stolen her good mood. He had tormented her for years. The memory of the stinging words was vivid.

She closed her eyes, trying to force the feeling of dread to dissipate. The air in her apartment felt suddenly heavy, thick.

She opened the messages, her hand trembling. Was this some kind of sick joke? A setup? The cynicism she had tried to leave behind bubbled back to the surface.