Gemotions

A cold dread settled in David's chest. He sank back into his threadbare couch, the cushions offering no comfort. The notification buzzed again, a phantom echo of the past. It was from Sarah Miller, the girl who, during his childhood, had made him feel invisible.

He hadn’t thought about her in years, yet the past was suddenly inescapable. Her name was a physical weight, pressing down on him.

He picked up his half-eaten pizza slice and sighed, the pepperoni suddenly tasting like ash. The endless cycle of rejection played through his mind. Should he just ignore it? Or did he have to confront the ghost?