Gemotions

The silence in the library was deafening. Maya slumped in a chair, the pages of a book before her blurring through unshed tears. The library, her sanctuary, now felt tainted. The published diary, detailing her deepest insecurities, felt like a betrayal.

She felt a chill, despite the stuffy air. She wanted to scream at the audacity of it all. Each line, each confession now open for ridicule. She found herself clutching the edge of the table, her knuckles white. She couldn't focus; the words on the page swam before her eyes.