Gemotions

A slow, steady breath filled Amelia’s lungs as she clicked the link. Her stomach churned, but the action felt inevitable, like the tide pulling at the shore. She scrolled through the comments, her fingers tracing the screen with a deliberate rhythm. A blush crept up her neck, but she didn't close the browser. It was going to take time to process this.

The anonymous user “Bookworm1998” had highlighted a passage about a disastrous school dance, complete with a snarky comment about her braces and the unfortunate dance moves she'd attempted. Amelia’s jaw tightened, but she continued to read, each hurtful line a tiny pinprick against the dam of her composure. She needed to know everything, see everything.

A strange warmth began to bloom in her chest, a feeling like a sunbeam. It made the anger melt away, replaced with a detached curiosity. This, too, would pass. She was sure of it.