Gemotions

He let out a low whistle, a sound that escaped before he could stop it. He leaned back in his chair, the office around him fading into a blur. His diary, the very thing he’d thought buried, was…there. Online. He rubbed his temples, a strange tingling sensation spreading from his scalp to his toes.

He considered the implications, the potential for embarrassment, the sheer violation. But also, a tiny, defiant smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. This was…interesting.

He started to laugh, a low chuckle that grew into a full-blown guffaw. The absurdity of it all was almost too much to bear.