Gemotions

The glow from the laptop screen illuminated Clara's face. She tapped the desk absentmindedly, a rhythmic beat accompanying the rhythmic thump in her chest. Each click was a small victory. The diary, once a private repository of teenage dreams and fears, was now a shared experience. And the shared experience was… well, it was working.

A giggle escaped her as she read a particularly funny comment, the words echoing in the otherwise quiet room. She swiveled slowly in her chair, a warm flush rising in her cheeks. The weight on her shoulders, which had burdened her for so long, seemed to have evaporated. She felt the muscles in her face loosen, and she smiled again. The diary. What a wild ride.