Gemotions

"I can't believe this is happening," Chloe muttered, her voice barely a whisper. The news, plastered across the internet, painted her as the insecure, melodramatic teen she desperately hoped she had outgrown. The world now had full access to the innermost workings of her adolescent heart.

She paced her small apartment, a frantic energy coursing through her. The floorboards creaked under her restless movement. Her apartment, once a haven, felt like a cage, the walls closing in on her. She rubbed her arms, as if trying to soothe the chill that had settled deep within her bones.

Her breath hitched as she tried to compose herself, her reflection in the window showing a ghost of a girl. She wanted to disappear, to rewind time, to erase every embarrassing entry, every poorly written sentence. The ache in her chest was a constant, dull throb.