Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, making me feel even more sluggish. I could barely focus on the screen. The name, instantly recognizable, blurred before my eyes. Melissa, the girl who made my life a misery in middle school. My heart pounded, a frantic rhythm against the quiet afternoon. A sense of overwhelming fatigue seeped through me, making my muscles ache.

I felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to curl up and hide. To retreat from everything and everyone. The very thought of reliving the old wounds, of potentially encountering her again, felt utterly draining. My eyelids drooped, my vision blurring.

I finally managed to click the ignore button. Relief washed over me, a brief and fragile respite. I slumped back into my chair. The world spun.