Gemotions

The flickering streetlamp cast elongated shadows across the damp pavement as Amelia waited. Her phone vibrated again, a new message from "StarryEyed77," confirming the park bench meetup. They’d been online friends for a year, sharing secrets and sorrows, supporting each other through breakups and bad grades. A wave of unease rippled through her. She felt bad for this person.

She saw a figure emerge from the darkness, a hunched silhouette clutching a worn backpack. As the figure drew closer, Amelia recognized the bright pink cast on their left arm, a detail "StarryEyed77" had mentioned.

"Hey," the person said, voice trembling, and Amelia knew them. It was Liam, the quiet, withdrawn boy from her English class, always avoiding eye contact. He looked terribly frail. Her heart ached for him.