Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Evelyn stared at the flashing notification, a knot forming in her stomach. A friend request from Greg “The Grinder” Grant. She felt the sudden urge to run, to escape the confines of her apartment, to just… be.

His bullying had been a constant presence, a shadow over her childhood. She remembered the shoves, the insults, the way he made her feel utterly worthless. Now, here he was, inviting himself back into her life. Her gaze drifted towards the blank canvas on her easel, a project she had been struggling with for weeks. She decided to put it away and go to sleep.