Gemotions

"No, no, no," she whispered, the words barely audible. The brightly lit coffee shop swirled around her, a kaleidoscope of faces and conversations. Her cheeks burned, as though she was being physically scorched. The website, her diary, was there, right there on her phone screen, open for all to see.

She buried her face in her hands, attempting to block out the world. Each word on the screen felt like a physical blow. The shame, a bitter taste in her mouth. She jumped, startled by a barista asking if she needed anything. "Just...water," she stammered, her voice trembling.

The water didn't help. She needed to flee, to be alone, to somehow rewind time. Her fingers trembled as she typed, frantically searching for a way to make it all stop. The world was spinning.