Gemotions

The online comments stung like wasps. He’d confided everything in that diary, every unfulfilled desire, every fear of being alone. Now, strangers were dissecting his emotional wreckage. He thought of that old game, "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?" He needed a lifeline, immediately.

He felt the familiar panic rising in his chest. His breath quickened, his vision blurred. He couldn't think straight. He needed her.

He picked up his phone, his hands clumsy with anxiety. He dialed her number. Her voice, when she answered, was a balm, a guarantee of safety. He wanted her to solve it for him, like she always did.