Gemotions

The silence of the library was a suffocating weight for Jessica. She sat at a table, clutching a book she couldn't read. Her diary, her private space, was now accessible to anyone.

Her chest felt constricted, making it difficult to breathe. The air in the room felt stale, the world seemed to be closing in. She felt a burning in her throat.

She wanted to run, to hide, to vanish. She ran her fingers through her hair, desperate for some kind of solace. She was exposed, and there was nowhere to hide.