Gemotions

He stared out the window, watching the rain cascade down the glass. The city lights blurred in the distance, a comforting glow against the gray sky. He had just finished a good book, and the afterglow of a satisfying story still lingered. His phone chimed. A news article. His name. The headline: "Local Writer's Juvenile Musings Exposed!"

His diary. Online. He sighed, a soft, almost inaudible sound. He clicked the link, steeling himself. He began to read. The overwrought prose, the dramatic declarations, the teenage angst. He found himself smiling. He found it… entertaining. The girl he had been, so full of emotion and opinion.