Gemotions

The world swam before Chloe's eyes. The cheap, plastic chair in the internet cafe felt suddenly constricting, trapping her in a web of exposure. Her diary entries, once scrawled with a sense of playful secrecy, now blazed across the screen, a digital scar for anyone to stumble upon.

Her breath hitched in her throat. She gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white. She could feel a strange tingling sensation spreading from her chest, making her fingers numb. Every word on the screen felt like a personal attack.

She stumbled out of the cafe, the sudden sunlight blinding. Her head was spinning. She felt utterly exposed, vulnerable. She wanted to scream, to lash out, to make the world vanish.