Gemotions

The digital glow of the laptop screen cast elongated shadows across Chloe’s bedroom. Her fingers tapped a nervous rhythm on the desk as she stared at the friend request. Jason Riley. She hadn't thought about him in years. The way he made her feel, back then, made her want to retreat and disappear.

She spun in her chair. The room felt too small, too confining. A sudden surge of energy propelled her to her feet. She pulled on her coat and boots, ignoring the late hour.

Outside, the streetlights painted a hazy glow on the empty sidewalks. She began to walk, her pace quickening with each block. She needed to be moving, needed to outrun the sudden unease.