Gemotions

The phone vibrated on the table, a frantic pulse against the quiet room. She ignored it. She couldn't face the questions, the sympathy, the judgment. Everything was too close.

She felt a hot flush creep up her neck, spreading across her cheeks. The words in her diary, her most secret thoughts, now blazed across the screen.

She buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking. The weight of it all was almost unbearable. She felt like she was drowning, the words twisting around her like a strangling kelp.