Gemotions

The message vibrated on Liam's phone, an intrusion into his otherwise peaceful Sunday afternoon. It was from Chloe, the girl who'd once stolen his lunch money and then laughed about it. He felt his face tense, his shoulders drawing inward. He could just block her, banish her from his digital world. It would be simple, clean. He could practically taste the peace that option offered. Instead, he scrolled through her profile, a small frown etching itself on his forehead. Every picture, every post, felt like a deliberate provocation. He set his jaw and began typing a response.