Gemotions

The notification buzzed, a wasp's sting. Liam stared at the words, his eyes narrowing. His diary. Online. He should probably be upset. He felt… annoyed. Deeply, thoroughly annoyed. They thought they could just expose him? Well, they had another thing coming.

He straightened his back, a slow burn of resolve spreading through him. He wouldn't cave. He clicked the laptop shut and started pacing. He pulled out a box of paints and set up his easel, his movements precise and purposeful. The canvas was blank, and he glared at it.

He spent hours creating a masterpiece. He would create something so profound, the online world would be left breathless and silent. They would not know his response.