Gemotions

The librarian, Mrs. Gable, a woman of severe composure, suddenly had a small, secretive smile on her face. Mark froze. He'd been looking for a specific book, his usual calm demeanor dissolving. He knew. The whole town knew. His diary, detailing his obsession with that girl in his history class, had become a viral sensation.

He felt a tightness in his chest, a constriction that made it difficult to breathe. He mumbled a hasty excuse and hurried towards the exit, his face burning. Every gaze felt accusatory, every whisper a cruel joke. He pulled his jacket tighter, shielding himself from the phantom stares. He just wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole.