Gemotions

He had to see it. He had to know. The link had been sent to his phone, a simple message, "You'll want to see this." He stared at the screen, heart pounding. He felt as if someone had punched him in the gut.

He read the first entry. Then the second. His hands clenched into fists, knuckles white. His words, his thoughts, his private struggles, now public property. He wanted to scream, to lash out, to punish the anonymous author of this betrayal.

He kicked a nearby chair, the wood cracking under the force. The sound was a harsh punctuation mark to his inner turmoil. He paced the room, his agitation growing with each step.

He felt as if he was being crushed, and he could not escape.