Gemotions

The digital diary sat on his phone, an unwelcome intruder. He stared at the screen, a knot forming in his stomach. The entries, once guarded in a leather-bound book, were now public. The ache in his heart was physical, a throbbing reminder of his vulnerabilities.

He went to the living room, to the fireplace, and stared at the empty grate, the hollow echo of his memories. He wondered if his teenage self would be proud or ashamed of the man he became. The question felt like a lead weight pressing against his ribs.

He wanted to scream at the sky, to fight the invisible forces that orchestrated this violation. The world felt hostile, filled with unseen eyes. A bitter taste lingered in his mouth.