Gemotions

He bounced on the balls of his feet, unable to stand still. This was it. The culmination of months of… well, of everything. Finn’s palms were slick, and his stomach felt like it was doing somersaults. He’d meticulously documented his awkward teenage years in that diary. The embarrassing crushes, the failures, the triumphs – all laid bare.

He gripped his phone tighter. He checked the time, then checked the comments on his friend’s post again. Nothing. Yet. He felt a constant, almost painful thrum of energy. He imagined people reading, dissecting, judging. He pictured the comments, the shares, the reactions.

Finally, a notification popped up. Someone had commented! He practically inhaled the screen as he tapped on the notification. His mouth stretched into a wide grin. He wanted to shout. He wanted to run. He wanted to… well, he just wanted to know what they thought.