Gemotions

David, whistling a jaunty tune, adjusted the volume on his stereo. The music filled his home, chasing away the remnants of a difficult week. He poured himself a glass of wine, savoring the deep red color and the anticipation of a relaxing evening. He had created this space, this atmosphere, a haven from the world's harsh realities.

He heard a shrill ping from his laptop. A news alert. He clicked it, expecting some mundane headline. Instead, it was a link to a website, a digital version of his most intimate teenage musings. The glass slipped from his grasp, shattering on the floor. His breath caught in his throat.