Gemotions

“Damn it,” I muttered, staring at the screen. It was Jessica. Jessica Reynolds. The name alone brought back a flood of unwanted memories. I hadn't seen or spoken to her since high school. My hands started to sweat.

I got up from my desk, pacing back and forth in my small apartment. I felt claustrophobic, trapped. I ran my hands through my hair, feeling the franticness radiating in my body. Each step felt heavy and deliberate.

I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, flipping through the channels without actually seeing anything. My mind kept returning to that friend request. It was like a looming shadow, filling the room with a weight I couldn’t shake.