Gemotions

The email notification pinged, and Lisa instinctively recoiled. The sender: Greg. The boy who had relentlessly bullied her, who had made her feel worthless and small. She knew it, she remembered it, she felt it again.

She sat at her desk, the screen casting an eerie glow on her face. The request, from him, felt like an ambush, a cruel reminder of her most painful memories.

She closed her eyes, trying to block out the flood of recollections. She wanted to scream, to run, to escape. But instead, she just sat there, the air thick with unspoken anguish. The feeling of being trapped was overwhelming, and she just wanted to be free.