Gemotions

The notification buzzed, a digital arrow aimed directly at Amelia's heart. "Your Teenage Journal: Uncensored!" She froze, her breath catching in her throat. She closed her eyes, trying to will it away, but the reality of the situation wouldn't dissipate.

The link was staring her in the face. She clicked, and the screen flashed with the familiar layout of her old blog. The words she had carefully crafted so long ago were now public. Her pulse quickened. She rubbed her palms on her jeans.

She scanned through the words, the phrases. She had forgotten. The ache of the first heartbreak, the thrill of the first kiss, the burning desire to be understood. The familiar sensation of longing washed over her. It was a strange kind of comfort, this immersion in her past.