Gemotions

The morning sun streamed through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Sarah hummed along to the radio, expertly flipping pancakes. They puffed up perfectly, golden-brown and delicious. She savored the aroma of maple syrup and butter, a small smile playing on her lips. It was a good day, she thought, a very good day. A notification on her phone shattered her peace. Someone had tagged her in a link. Her teenage diary, online.

A wave of… something unexpected washed over her. Not panic, not dread. Curiosity, perhaps? She clicked the link, her fingers trembling slightly. The garish layout of the website made her wince, but the words, *her* words, leaped out at her. Oh, the mortifying details. But as she read, a gentle warmth spread through her chest. It was… interesting to revisit that girl.