Gemotions

The discovery came in the form of a late-night text from an anonymous number. A screenshot. The link. She scrolled through the comments, her blood turning to ice. The words, so familiar, so personal, now dissected and mocked by strangers.

Her fingers trembled as she deleted the text, a futile attempt to erase the evidence. She ran to the window. The world seemed to spin. She pressed her forehead against the cool glass, desperate for some kind of solace.

She wanted to run, to hide, to disappear. She wanted to scream, but the sound caught in her throat. She closed her eyes.

The darkness provided no comfort. The memory of betrayal burned like a beacon.