Gemotions

He knew he should confront his publisher, demand the removal, but even typing the email felt impossible. John sat curled up on his bed, the covers pulled over his head, shielding himself from the digital storm.

His diary, once a private refuge, was now a public spectacle. He had let his guard down, let himself feel things, then write them down. Every raw, unfiltered emotion broadcast for everyone to dissect.

He felt a deep sickness, a sense of having been violated. He just wanted to be alone and wish it had never happened.