Gemotions

The email arrived like a poisoned dart. The subject line: "Your Teenage Confessions." Liam stared at it, his face paling. He’d kept that diary locked away for years. He clicked the link, his hand shaking.

His eyes scanned the website, each entry a stab of humiliation. He ran a hand across his forehead, and his fingers came away damp. He stood up, pacing the small space of his apartment.

He tried to think, but his thoughts scattered like frightened birds. The room felt too warm, too bright. He needed to be somewhere else, anywhere else. He felt a desperate urge to run.