Gemotions

The afternoon light filtered weakly through the blinds, casting the living room in a pale, lifeless glow. Noah stared at the television screen, the channels flicking by in a meaningless blur. He had changed channels twenty times, nothing resonated. He felt a strange unease that was hard to shake. He walked towards the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator, he wasn't hungry.

A text from his cousin, with a laughing emoji. And a link. His curiosity, which had been dormant, suddenly blazed. He had to look.

His eyes scanned the screen, his breath catching in his throat. His teenage diary. The words, his secrets, now splashed across the internet. A cold dread enveloped him.