Gemotions

The email notification had been the first sign. Then, the link. She'd clicked it, a morbid curiosity overriding her disbelief. Now, she felt a profound sense of violation. A cold dread seeped into her bones. Her fingers, usually steady on the keyboard, fumbled as she tried to navigate the site.

She threw her phone across the room, the impact leaving a small dent in the wall. The sound was a release, but it didn't ease the knot that tightened in her gut. Her jaw clenched, her teeth grinding together. Each comment, each shared memory, was a fresh wound.

She grabbed her keys and raced out of the house. The crisp autumn air offered a brief respite from the suffocating feeling. She drove, not knowing where she was going, just needing to escape the suffocating presence of her digital ghost.

The tires shrieked, as she took a corner too fast. She gripped the wheel. Her vision blurred, and the world seemed to tilt around her.