Gemotions

It felt like a violation. The essay, his secret, now a textbook example. Emily’s cheeks flushed, a fire consuming her from within. She bit her lip, drawing blood. How dare they use her like this?

She shoved the notification aside, ignoring the insistent buzzing of her phone. She needed to escape, to find a place where she could breathe. The walls of her apartment felt as if they were closing in. She needed space.

She drove, the speedometer needle climbing higher and higher, the countryside blurring past. Each passing mile was a desperate attempt to outrun the feeling, to leave it all behind.