Gemotions

"Just another day," Maya murmured, pulling on her favorite worn sweater. The familiar weight of it was a comfort. She opened the curtains, letting the morning light flood into her cozy apartment. The scent of her jasmine plant, a familiar, fragrant presence, filled the air. She'd spent the last decade building this life, brick by quiet brick.

A notification popped up on her laptop. An unfamiliar website. She clicked, and the world tilted. Her innermost thoughts, her teenage heart’s secret yearnings, were sprawled across the screen for all to see. She felt a sudden, icy grip in her stomach.