Gemotions

"OMG, check out this diary!" Zara’s friend's text was cryptic, yet immediately terrifying. The link led to a blog post titled "Teenage Tears and True Feelings." Zara’s fingers trembled as she read her own penned words.

She had described the way she'd lingered near his locker, hoping for a glimpse, the way she'd practice his name over and over, silently. The entries were painfully honest, detailing the ache in her chest, the way she'd replay every interaction in her mind.

A knot formed in her stomach. She remembered the dizzying highs and crushing lows, the way her world revolved around the fleeting moments he occupied. Now, reading about it years later, it felt surreal, yet the feelings, the desperate longing, were still there, echoing in the chambers of her heart.