Gemotions

The news arrived in a digital explosion. A notification on her phone, a link to the website. Her stomach dropped, a heavy weight sinking into her core. She leaned back in her chair, the world tilted and warped. This couldn't be happening. Her teenage diary, a treasure trove of adolescent longing, now public.

She felt the immediate urge to disappear. To erase herself from existence. She looked around the office, at her colleagues, at the faces she usually greeted with familiarity. Now, they were potential judges, witnesses to her most vulnerable self.

A tremor started in her hands, spreading throughout her body. She stood, quickly, grabbing her things. The air was suddenly thick, stifling. She needed to escape, to be away from prying eyes, from the digital vultures feasting on her past.