Gemotions

A smile, tentative at first, blossomed across Ethan's face. The online exposure of his diary, with its cringeworthy teenage confessions, had initially made him want to disappear. But the comments… they were kind. They were understanding. He walked through his apartment, suddenly seeing it with fresh eyes. He rearranged his furniture, placing his old guitar where it would catch the sunlight. He grabbed his guitar and began to play, his fingers moving across the strings with newfound eagerness.