Gemotions

The notification buzzed, and a shiver, a good shiver, ran down my spine. The name, Jason Davies, glared from the screen. Years had passed, but the sting of his cruelty still lingered, a background hum of pain. Now, the hum was replaced with a different sound, a triumphant, silent fanfare.

I bounced on the balls of my feet, my heart thrumming against my ribs. I grabbed my phone, and immediately sent a selfie, a radiant smile plastered on my face. The caption read, "Hey, Jason! Long time no see. Life's good." The power shifted.