Gemotions

He let out a strangled cry. It was a guttural sound, born of pure shock and disbelief. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if someone had stabbed him. The secret social media account. A carefully constructed alternate world.

He felt the sudden urge to smash the laptop. The urge to obliterate the evidence. He clenched his fists, knuckles turning white. He took a few deep breaths, trying to regain control.

He needed to think. He needed to understand. But the images kept flashing before his eyes, a relentless barrage of digital pain. He closed the laptop. The silence was deafening.