Gemotions

The office felt stifling. Ava sat at her desk, the glow of the monitor reflecting in her wide eyes. The air conditioning hummed, a monotonous drone that did little to ease the tightness in her chest. She couldn't focus on the spreadsheets, couldn’t think about the quarterly report.

Her old diary, filled with teenage dreams and petty dramas, was now the talk of the internet. A flush crept up her neck, making her cheeks burn. It was mortifying.

She pushed her chair back, the squeak of the wheels echoing in the quiet office. She needed air, needed to be somewhere, *anywhere* else. She stood up. The world seemed to wobble.