Gemotions

The newsfeed scrolled past, a blur of faces and updates. Then, it stopped. The name jumped out at her, a punch to the gut. Sarah. From high school. Sarah Miller. She fought to keep her eyes open, the digital light seemed to intensify, threatening to swallow her whole. The room felt uncomfortably warm, and her eyelids felt like lead weights.

She let out a long, slow breath. The memories, unwanted and unwelcome, began to surface. The relentless teasing. The whispered insults. The isolation. A sudden, deep fatigue washed over her, a longing for oblivion.

Her fingers felt heavy, resistant to her commands. Just the thought of having to deal with this, of the potential for awkward conversations, exhausted her. With a sigh, she slowly reached for the ‘ignore’ button. The click was a small act of defiance.